Archive for March, 2008

Recently I’ve had this urge to email, anonymously, B’s ex-girlfriend’s new boyfriend.  B’s ex, T, made his life an absolute living hell during the last months of their relationship because she had co-dependency issues, along with a plethora of other problems.  She made up crises to keep him close to her, and continually lied to him about just about everything, essentially manipulating him in the worst possible way.  It culminated with her pretending to be pregnant so that he would feel obligated to stay with her and marry her.  In the end, of course, he got rid of her, after the threat of restraining orders and such, and they now don’t even see each other, thank goodness.

Anyway, T now has another boyfriend in her clutches and I really want to email him, anonymously, to warn him what he may be getting himself into.  I know I shouldn’t, and should try to keep my nose out of all of it, and allow her to potentially move on and not make waves unnecessarily.  I know that if I did email him, he’d probably tell her, and she in turn would accuse B of being behind it, which would put unnecessary stress on him.  Basically, it would be wrong of me to stir these waters again.  So why do I want to?


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Going to Vienna on spring break with a class seems like it would be the most fantastic thing ever, so why am I so nervous? I mean, I’ve flown along across the Atlantic before, and for this, I’ll be with a group of friends. I’ve been away from home/family for longer than a week – much longer, considering that my school is over 12 hours away from home by car. But I am still more nervous than excited. Like gnawing-feeling-in-the-pit-of-my-stomach nervous. I feel like I should have done so much more research before this trip about the stuff I’m actually going to be writing my final paper on. But I haven’t. I of course have plans to read and be productive and such on the plane, but we all know that’s never going to happen. Ah well, nothing I can do about it now, I suppose. I’m going. And that’s that.

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