I feel like a total asshole.
The initial purpose of this trip to Dallas was so Cathleen (who was away at school so I rarely saw her) and I could go visit our friend Chad. And now Cathleen has to comfort me and Chad has to put up with both of us. So we did the best thing we could think of. We cleaned the apartment from top to bottom and cooked dinner. In order to cook dinner, we needed ingredients. There was nothing in the fridge. So bachelor-esque. We turned to our good friend Google Maps. We tracked down a grocery store and the best public transportation route to get us there.
We were completely nuts. We still are. It’s okay though.
I was still a shell of the me that had arrived. Robert had successfully stolen my heart away. I didn’t even know how long it would be until I saw him again. I decided I would go visit him in April if I could get the money and the blessing from my mom. I was 19, I didn’t exactly need her permission to go, but I still lived with her and it would make things a lot easier.
My flight home was awful. After it’s 2 year absence, Aunt Flo reminded me just why I was supposed to hate her so much. I arrived at the Saskatoon airport and i was barely holding myself together. I sat and waited for whoever it was that was supposed to pick me up. Nobody showed. I waited 30 minutes. I finally just took a cab home and spent the last of my money. Nobody was home, either. I felt completely abandoned. I was totally over-reacting and I knew it but I couldn’t stop myself.
I crawled into my bed, fully clothed, and slept for the next 16 hours.
I woke the next morning and began making plans to visit Robert in April. Not even 6 weeks away.
When Robert and I started planning my trip, we’d initially decided that I’d stay in a hotel room. This was fine with me. I wouldn’t be spending a lot of time there anyway. My mom threw a fit. Apparently she thought that Robert and I would enter this hotel room and not leave for three days, turning it in to some kind of den of sexual pleasure. It was a deal-breaker. Our only other option was for me to stay with him. At his parent’s house. He’d been staying there to get his student loan paid down. This, my mom was okay with. It didn’t matter to me in the end, as long as it meant I got to see Robert again. Soon, the plane tickets were booked and I was able to sleep better knowing I’d be seeing Robert again soon.
For some reason, when it came time for me to go. I got incredibly nervous. Possibly more nervous than I’d been before my trip to Dallas. There was no mutual meeting place this time. There were no buffers. It was just going to be the two of us for four days. What if it was a disaster like last time? I didn’t know if I could go through that push-pull again and make it out in one piece.
And I would have to go through customs again.
How far would you like me to continue this story? Would you like me to include everything up until we get married? Some choice events? Do you want me to stop torturing you RIGHT NOW?