Real life ramblings...
I figured it was about time I post again. heehee. Been busy. I've been working on my fic. It is my first chaptered fic and I have decided to finish it before posting it, just in case I have to abandon it. Though I am trying fervently not to. I have four chapters with extensive notes for chapters five and six and a few other events that will happen later on. But the whole thing feels rushed. So my sister, being the great sister that she is, has offered to help me flesh it out a bit. Once it is finished, she is going to go over it with me, chapter by chapter. Then I will run it through a beta. Then I will post it. I'm thinking about calling it "The Call of the Wild". It is set after DH. It has vampires in it. Snape is a Carpathian, which is similar to a vampire but not quite. I got the idea from another favorite author of mine, Christine Feehan. So the fic is a fanfiction from two realms. I'm a little excited about it. :)


Well, Thanksgiving dinner went real well, actually. It was the rest of the weekend that went downhill.

That Friday, the day after Thanksgiving, my sister's (my only sister) husband left her. He gave her his copy of the house key, told her when he wanted to see the kids and went to his mommy. He gave her a stupid reason, something he could have left her for years ago. He had been acting odd for a few weeks and my sister has her suspicions. But they have three kids and are about to get forclosure on their house, because of him. Actually, I think that if he will pay child support and continue to be a part of the kids' lives, this might actually be better for my sister in the long run. He has held her back so many times. Like when she tried to go to nursing school and several other jobs. He doesn't drive and she has to taxi him around everywhere at all hours of the day and night. How is she supposed to get a decent job of her own like that? Anyway, he has made it clear that this is a permanent thing. Now we just have to help her get through it.

Asshole.

My daughter's biological father has been in and out of her life for the past five years. I believe it is his wife's doing. She is jealous of my daughter, he even said so himself a few years ago. Well, his mother was going to take Emily, my daughter, over to his house for Thanksgiving dinner on Friday. But when she called to tell him, his wife said not to bring Emily. So she called back to ask him, Phillip. And he told her that Emily is no longer welcome in his house. So we, his mother and I, had to tell her. His mother told him that if Emily could not come to dinner then she was not going either. So, she, Emily, and I went out to eat and shopping. We told Emily what he said and his mother told Emily to forget about him, like you would a toy in the bottom of your toybox. His mother also called him a low-down, dirty, coward. She was calm and collected but I could tell that she was quite pissed at him. He is the only one like this. The rest of his family love Emily and welcome her into their homes anytime she is in town to visit. I asked her what she thought about all of this and she said that she had been looking forward to seeing her father and her half-brother and sister but was not surprised. He has taught her the sad lesson of disappointment in others. Just today she said that there is a boy that she likes and he knows it and he stares at her. I told her that he might ask her out and she just shrugged her shoulders and said "I'm not going to get my heart set on it, I'll just get disappointed." So, now I'm gonna have to teach her to hope again.

Asshole.

On the plus side, the week before Thanksgiving, my husband and I celebrated our first anniversary. Yes, we made it that long. We were married to each other once before, years ago. It didn't last long that time. And I'll admit I wasn't completely committed to it working this time. But I have mental health issues and I think it got in the way. Once he quit one of his jobs and has less stress, it helped. Plus, I finally found a doctor that understands my condition and got me on the right dosage of medicine. That has helped a lot too. I've always heard that the first year is the hardest in a marriage. Well, we made it. It was a rocky, very treacherous path. But here we are, still together, though there were a couple of times I considered leaving. We had a nice anniversary. We went to the flea market, played mini-golf, went out to a nice restaurant, went to look at Christmas lights in the resort area of town, and went to play pool/billiards. The next day we went to the movies. It was very nice. I enjoyed the closeness we shared. He has been very good with Emily, especially since this happened with her father. She sometimes calls him Gary and sometimes calls him dad, especially when talking to her friends. She has considered him a dad since the last time we were married and she was four years old.

Anyway, that's how my Thanksgiving went. Now I need to get off here an let Emily check her email. I'll have to get her her own computer sometime in the next year or two.