The once rebellious and troubled teen reformed into the perfect Christian (almost) and the guy from the youth club said their vowels today in the Rivera Christian Centre, vowels of love, devotion, worship and happily ever after endings.
My little sister who is nineteen years of age is married long term to the love of her life.
How strange it is to say that out loud.
My little sister and I have never really seen eye to eye, we're very different people and the only thing that makes us sisters is the fact we have the same parents.
We were all up early pruning ourselves: mum and dad, my little sister, Auntie and her son-our cousin and my girlfriend and I. The maid of honour was running an hour late so I accompanied my little bride to be sister to the hair salon at the end of our road. The maid of honour arrived, I was no longer needed or wanted so I walked home.
It was raining.
I spent the next few hours straightening my big sister's, her daughter's, my girlfriend's and my hair with my new Treseme straighteners.
At some point mum did her usual thing just like she did at my brother's wedding and went off in a huff because no one was paying her any attention. It's really quite pathetic for a grown a woman, a wife and a mother to act like a child to gain attention, attention she didn't get. Her longtime friend was at our house too but she chose to ignore her too which was very insulting and I felt bad for her.
The flowers arrived and we all set off in various cars to the church, my little sister and parents leaving last.
At the church we all took our seats and watched the service which to my surprise was short and nice, obviously mum didn't approve but she never does.
Will mum ever approve anything her children do?
After the service we stood in the drizzle trying not to get too wet for the photos. I hated that part but put on a brave face and did what I had to do.
The reception was in a function room down Paignton sea front. The room was nicely decorated, there was a buffet, balloons, place settings and a head table. Later on there were speeches and tears, more pictures and then some of us braver ones danced to the quite crap DJ.
We all left around eleven pm and headed our separate ways.
The following day Auntie and cousin went home much to the relief of everyone. Mum was still moaning and complaining about the whole wedding but one by one we tuned her out.
Fallen-Angel
Thursday, August 16, 2007
Friday, August 10, 2007
Tuesday, August 07, 2007
Take a scapulae to my gum?!
I woke up last Thursday with a pain in my broken tooth, a tooth I broke on my girlfriend's cooking last year. The pain intensified and by Friday night I was crying in agony. Saturday I went to work with my big sister cleaning a holiday park. The pain didn't cease with umpteen amounts of paracetamol. I ended up crying at work and being sick due to the sheer amount of painkillers I took that morning.
Saturday night I was supposed to go out with a friend who was down from Birmingham who I'd meet in Liverpool. Instead I spent the evening in casualty with my big sister and dad who waited in the car.
I was thinking about suicide.
My big sister and I waited and waited to get some pain killers. She sat cooing at the babies whilst I rocked curled in a ball crying histerically. I took several trips to the toilets and banged my head hard on the wall hoping I could bash the pain out of me but to no avail. Eventually I got some pain pills and anti-inflammatory pills. Needless to say I didn't sleep much that night.
Sick as a dog.
The pills make me throw up everything including water. I couldn't eat because it hurt too much and I constantly felt sick.
Sunday my mum managed to get me an appointment at the emergency dentist in Newton Abbot. We went over by bus as mum can't drive because she's hurt her shoulder.
I threw up in Paignton town centre.
At the dentist I was told I have an infected abscess on my gum and he needs to cut my gum to let the infection fluid out. I couldn't have an anaesthetic because of the swelling so with nothing to assist with the pain her took out a scapulae and cut my gum open.
Oh my fucking god did that hurt and bleed!
I threw up again in the in the toilet in the surgery and again outside.
It was a mission to get my prescription of antibiotics because all the pharmacies were closed. We ended up in casualty again. They didn't have the antibiotics I was prescribed but they gave me some other Strong ones.
Monday I got the original prescription.
I start taking my medication at 7am and don't finish till 11pm.
I've never known this much pain, pain to the point I want to kill myself and it's not over yet! Tuesday I have to have the tooth taken out and I'm going to be awake!
My girlfriend is going to be paying for this for a very long time both financially and otherwise.
Fallen-Angel
Saturday night I was supposed to go out with a friend who was down from Birmingham who I'd meet in Liverpool. Instead I spent the evening in casualty with my big sister and dad who waited in the car.
I was thinking about suicide.
My big sister and I waited and waited to get some pain killers. She sat cooing at the babies whilst I rocked curled in a ball crying histerically. I took several trips to the toilets and banged my head hard on the wall hoping I could bash the pain out of me but to no avail. Eventually I got some pain pills and anti-inflammatory pills. Needless to say I didn't sleep much that night.
Sick as a dog.
The pills make me throw up everything including water. I couldn't eat because it hurt too much and I constantly felt sick.
Sunday my mum managed to get me an appointment at the emergency dentist in Newton Abbot. We went over by bus as mum can't drive because she's hurt her shoulder.
I threw up in Paignton town centre.
At the dentist I was told I have an infected abscess on my gum and he needs to cut my gum to let the infection fluid out. I couldn't have an anaesthetic because of the swelling so with nothing to assist with the pain her took out a scapulae and cut my gum open.
Oh my fucking god did that hurt and bleed!
I threw up again in the in the toilet in the surgery and again outside.
It was a mission to get my prescription of antibiotics because all the pharmacies were closed. We ended up in casualty again. They didn't have the antibiotics I was prescribed but they gave me some other Strong ones.
Monday I got the original prescription.
I start taking my medication at 7am and don't finish till 11pm.
I've never known this much pain, pain to the point I want to kill myself and it's not over yet! Tuesday I have to have the tooth taken out and I'm going to be awake!
My girlfriend is going to be paying for this for a very long time both financially and otherwise.
Fallen-Angel
Mum, we're moving home!
After my hospital trip I got my girlfriend to phone work telling them that I wouldn't be coming back.
Money as I've mentioned was very tight but things got a lot worse and there was no way I could afford to pay the rent and bills so something had to give, but what?
The flat had to go.
A week was all it took to arrange the move, pack and move.
My brother and his mate came up on Saturday, packed everything into a van and I left with them heading for home, my parents home. My girlfriend has had to stay in Kent to work notice at her job and sign the flat over but she will be joining me here in Devon by the end of August.
The first few days at my parents house were like a trip down from Liverpool but I soon came to realise that I'm here for good, not forever at my parents house but in Devon.
I've been getting out and about more, seeing and doing things that I wouldn't have living in Kent. I've been to the beach, seen friends and family and for a long time not felt alone. It's all still surreal but over time I will get used to being back in a familiar place.
I think I will be happier here.
Fallen-Angel X
Money as I've mentioned was very tight but things got a lot worse and there was no way I could afford to pay the rent and bills so something had to give, but what?
The flat had to go.
A week was all it took to arrange the move, pack and move.
My brother and his mate came up on Saturday, packed everything into a van and I left with them heading for home, my parents home. My girlfriend has had to stay in Kent to work notice at her job and sign the flat over but she will be joining me here in Devon by the end of August.
The first few days at my parents house were like a trip down from Liverpool but I soon came to realise that I'm here for good, not forever at my parents house but in Devon.
I've been getting out and about more, seeing and doing things that I wouldn't have living in Kent. I've been to the beach, seen friends and family and for a long time not felt alone. It's all still surreal but over time I will get used to being back in a familiar place.
I think I will be happier here.
Fallen-Angel X
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