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ooc; @ficklepilferer keeps accidentally reminding me of how my first ever idea for a p5 muse was Haru’s ex-fiance
That was it, that was my #1 choice. Sojiro ended up as #2.
Rules of Engagement
Usually I don't do this kind of thing.
But something really irked me recently. I found it to be a little inappropriate. Unfortunately it took a lot of talking with friends for my frustration to be validated. Apparently I was more frustrated then I gave myself credit for too. Because I couldn't even bear to shade the comic and add the speech tails.
So I guess I'm just using a comic to get some emotions out. Don't worry, there will still be a comic (of better quality too) on Friday this week and we'll back on the wacky queer/social commentary train next Monday.
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Bless her.
I wanna let go, but there’s comfort in the panic.
"I can’t do this.”
They were the four words Brett never thought he’d hear, especially on his wedding day. Standing there in stunned silence, he stares back at his fiancee, jaw dropping slightly. Was this really happening? Maybe he was having some sort of nightmare.
Silence fills the synagogue, though there’s a roaring in his ears, forcing himself to say something, anything. “-what?” The brunette finally croaks, sure that everyone around them can hear how hard his heart is beating now.
“I’m sorry Brett, but I can’t..” Miriam trails off, shaking her head. “I can’t marry you.”
Perhaps a better time for this revelation would have been before they were standing in front of their family in friends, about to be wed, but apparently they were having this conversation now. People start to break out into whispers around them, trying to figure out what’s going on, while Brett stands frozen where he’s standing, unsure of whether he should stay where he is or reach out towards Miriam.
Looking in her eyes, he can tell that she’s serious, that this isn’t a cruel joke or a dream he can’t wake up from. But before he can say anything, she’s gone, disappearing down the aisle. “Miriam! Shit.” Cursing under his breath, Brett runs after her, searching the halls almost desperately. But she’s gone, almost as if she’s planned an escape route, leaving him to explain everything to the waiting masses inside.
Apparently I just got an email from my ex of 3 years and I’m at a loss about what I should do and it’s really throwing me for a loop. Certain people will always have a hold on you... Best case scenario is that they got a virus and somehow this is spam because i’m really not trying to deal with an emotional roller coaster right now.
Check out my ex doin cool stuff with her voice n stuff
"Excuse my language, but he's a mindfuck"
This is how she described her relationship with my ex-boyfriend. They had been together for 3 and 1/2 years. Engaged. And then she broke it off months before the wedding. The ex-fiancee and the ex-girlfriend had coffee last night and it was everything I imagined it would be. She was so sweet. So gracious. So open with me. I apologized for the weirdness. It felt really weird sitting there across from someone I had wanted to ask so many times, "Is this how he treated you? Am I making this up? Why can't I leave?" But she was there. And I WAS asking her those things. She said she moved out here from California to be with him and she had huge reservations then, but she did it anyways. She said there were great experiences but, looking back, she didn't know if they were worth it. Worth what he put her through. I completely found solace in everything she said. She validated me. I hope I gave her something as well, and I think I did. "It's like watching a bad movie," she said. "You get done and you are like, I will never get those two hours of my life back." An hour later, we hugged, said farewell and keep in touch...and left to live our own lives. We had both been affected in strong ways by the same person. We had very different relationships, but the most similar experiences. The only kind of experience that you would have to live through in order to understand what someone meant when they said, "It was traumatizing." So what did I learn? I confronted my fear. I trusted my instinct. Something I had been ignoring for a long time. Something that he had emotionally beaten out of me. And now, today, I feel like I got a piece of myself back. And I am so grateful to her. Yours fully, 25swf