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azurelunatic) wrote2002-11-23 02:02 am
azurelunatic) wrote2002-11-23 02:02 am
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How I Came to Meet Darkside: Before Darkside
The story doesn't start with Darkside, of course. The story starts with Alaska, in a Drama class and a Health class, in the fall of 1995.
I can summarize the parts of my high school that are important to the story of Darkside: BJ was in my health class, and we were friends; BJ loved me; Shawn was in my drama class and we were friends; I loved Shawn; River was just around; River and I got phenomenal, though very shy, crushes on each other.
BJ was the most obnoxious, irritating brat there was, with very little in the way of working social skills, and rather too much in the way of evangalism. I had to slap him before he woke up and saw that he was pissing off his friends and doing little to help the cause of his faith in being seen as a good thing rather than a haven of obnoxious morons.
I loved Shawn, and I was Shawn's best friend. Shawn and I had an affair; the affair ended in his engagement to another woman who I'd thought was my friend, and a 6-month+ depression for me. Before I was completely out of it, I had a new job, working at Sam's Club with BJ and River, and I had a relationship going on with River. This was 1999.
I spent the midnight at New Year's 2000 drinking suspiciously-alcoholic-tasting sparkling cider with BJ and his obnoxious family. Signs and portents: beware.
And "Beware the Ides of March", they say: and I should have. That was the day I kissed BJ, though April Fools' Day marks our official engagement: we knew we were to marry before we announced it. Through rising tensions, we moved in together, and planned to relocate to Arizona, where he and I would both attend DeVry: he would finish up his computer science degree, and I would get a degree in Business Information Systems, and we would have a happy little business together with BJ's best-friend-from-work. (I couldn't stand BJ's brother, didn't like his father, hated his cat, despised his mother, resented his computer-game obsession, was leery of his religion and church, and abhorred his taste in music.)
BJ and I departed home on Halloween 2000, and arrived in Phoenix. The apartment we were staying in was with BJ's friend, some DeVry student, and another random guy. That made five, in a two-bedroom apartment. It was crowded and increasingly uncomfortable. More tensions grew between BJ and me: squabbles over the computer, over housework and laundry, lack of sex, his mother, our wedding, his girlfriend: anything. I didn't trust him.
I can summarize the parts of my high school that are important to the story of Darkside: BJ was in my health class, and we were friends; BJ loved me; Shawn was in my drama class and we were friends; I loved Shawn; River was just around; River and I got phenomenal, though very shy, crushes on each other.
BJ was the most obnoxious, irritating brat there was, with very little in the way of working social skills, and rather too much in the way of evangalism. I had to slap him before he woke up and saw that he was pissing off his friends and doing little to help the cause of his faith in being seen as a good thing rather than a haven of obnoxious morons.
I loved Shawn, and I was Shawn's best friend. Shawn and I had an affair; the affair ended in his engagement to another woman who I'd thought was my friend, and a 6-month+ depression for me. Before I was completely out of it, I had a new job, working at Sam's Club with BJ and River, and I had a relationship going on with River. This was 1999.
I spent the midnight at New Year's 2000 drinking suspiciously-alcoholic-tasting sparkling cider with BJ and his obnoxious family. Signs and portents: beware.
And "Beware the Ides of March", they say: and I should have. That was the day I kissed BJ, though April Fools' Day marks our official engagement: we knew we were to marry before we announced it. Through rising tensions, we moved in together, and planned to relocate to Arizona, where he and I would both attend DeVry: he would finish up his computer science degree, and I would get a degree in Business Information Systems, and we would have a happy little business together with BJ's best-friend-from-work. (I couldn't stand BJ's brother, didn't like his father, hated his cat, despised his mother, resented his computer-game obsession, was leery of his religion and church, and abhorred his taste in music.)
BJ and I departed home on Halloween 2000, and arrived in Phoenix. The apartment we were staying in was with BJ's friend, some DeVry student, and another random guy. That made five, in a two-bedroom apartment. It was crowded and increasingly uncomfortable. More tensions grew between BJ and me: squabbles over the computer, over housework and laundry, lack of sex, his mother, our wedding, his girlfriend: anything. I didn't trust him.