Sisters are who you turn to when you fuck up really bad

I finally got to see Amanda last night. She finally decided to let me in on what has been going on for the last few months. I’ll explain more as I write this but let’s get right to the punchline. She is divorcing Peter. Woo Hoo. She finally saw what the rest of us have seen since the beginning.

I don’t know if I had brought Amanda up before in this blog so I will fill you in now. Amanda and I have been best friends since high school. It was the summer between Grade 11 and 12. We were both doing summer school. Not in the same class but we both rode our bikes in the same direction at the same time everyday so we ended up eventually riding together and slowly became friends. Having both grown up with little brothers, we consider each other the sister that nature never gave us.

She has been avoiding me because she wasn’t ready for the “Mel truth”. My truth isn’t always nice and isn’t always worded gently. Okay, it’s very rarely worded gently. Okay, it can be right down harsh because I have no problem telling exactly what it is.

She has been working through this truth for a while. She’s been avoiding me since August. We happened to meet up on MSN on Wednesday night and her comment was “I need a friend really bad, now”. So I called her. And she said that she couldn’t talk about it right then. I guessed that the reason was in the room (ie. Peter). So I invited her for dinner. Welcome to my 5 star restaurant.

I was kind of worried. Either she was getting divorced or she was pregnant. Turns out it was the better of the two options.

So we had a good long chat and she confided in me all of the stuff that Peter has been doing and how it's been making her feel. He tried to forbid her to have a Christmas tree. He is CONTROLLING. I'm glad she finally sees it. You can't get out of an abusive situation until you realize that that is what it is.

The next little while is going to be very difficult. We're all going to have to be there to support her and catch her. And when this is all over, I promised her we would hold an anti-staggette in Canmore. (A stagette is an event symbolizing the end of your single life. This needs to be an event symbolizing the beginning of it. Is there a technical term for this)

Owen, I have already given her your phone number. She will contact you when the time is right. I know you'll take good care of her.

Good luck, Manz. We all love you dearly.

Pole 2.1

The pole dancing classes have started again. Hello perma-bruises. The good news: I'm not nearly as sore as I thought I would have been. I was all prepared to not be able to move on Saturday but I woke up feeling good. By about 7PM on Saturday I was singing a slightly different tune. I'm having some trouble grabbing my hands behind my back. But still. That's minor. Guess I didn't loose as much muscle tone as I thought I was going to.

On another note. Today is my first day of school. Here I sit, writing this instead of running for a train to get to work. But I'm still going to leave earlier that I need to today. I'm going to go see Mom before I go to my classes. (I love having her work on campus) Then I have a class at 10 and one at 11. Then I'm going to stand in a line and get a new onecard that says student on it. Then I'm going to face the lineups to buy textbooks. (Groan) I tried to be smart and buy them Friday after I was done my last shift but I was being a good girl and didn't have my credit card on me. While is helps prevent spontaneous shopping, it prevents spontaneous, time-saving book buying trips. So line up here I come. And then I'll stand.

I'm going to keep this short. Not for the readers but because I have a cat that looks like she is going to cry if I don't give her a serious hug.

Sorry about the punctuation.