santy's first boy, my wake up call
Thursday, September 23, 2004 @ 12:08 PM 1 comments
I was elated to find out that Santy named his baby after my suggestion, I mean one of my suggestions. They named the cute little thing, Stephen Kurt, dropping the Dallas that should have been the second name I matched it with. I wanted it to match his initials with Cathy's first name, Deborah, but he thought Kurt is better.
It was a great get-together for us considering the fact that we've not seen each other more often like we used to, lately. we binged on crackers and beer the whole evening. We reminisced about the better times we had, when we were still, er, complete. Knowing that my parents were out of town, I didn't care to hurry going home. I just missed being with the group, and I was kinda having one of the best times with them when I realized that the happiness of the moment was too good to last.
Is there such a word like frontstabbing? like the opposite of backstabbing? well, if there's backstabbing there must also be frontstabbing. You know, when some person you trust betrays you, in the face, completely aware of your presence. I could've wanted if the case was really backstabbing, to save myself from the humiliation at the very moment when you were having fun. But frontstabbing is one of the worst things you could imagine.
In the middle of the fun, it happened. I don't really know how, coz I was already a bit tipsy, but it did. Mind you, how does it feel when something you don't wish to share with other people, just suddenly comes out from the very person you trust? It could've been easier for me if it was just us with the Silversoul but imagine my horror when it was addressed to someone I don't even know, in front of my face! And what makes it worse, he didn't even seem to mind I was actually hearing it! And squealing like it is a matter of amusement. It was absolutely hard, trying to have a straight face to prevent myself from spoiling the moment of fun when deep inside me, I wanted to punch him straight in the nose right then and there.
That was not the first time he did this to me, and I feel stupid thinking I let the other incidents passed. I've learned my lessons, and I did in the worst scenario I could ever think of. I swear to God at that forsaken moment that it will be the last time he'll ever gonna treat me like that, specially in front of other people. Now, I've realized one thing that I've learned long ago but always refused to believe, Julius is a mother fucking ASSHOLE.