Post by Mary Worthington on Mar 14, 2008 14:45:15 GMT -5
Friday
Growing up with five brothers has both its ups and down. Mostly its good but today it has been nothing but bad. I love my family I really do but I wish they would realize that I'm not a child anymore and that I can take care of myself. I had a row with Matthew today, he saw me in town talking with a boy outside the library. I have seen him a few times before and we've spoken earlier as well. His name is Marc and he's sweet. I like him. Matthew's always been the most protective one and questioned me as soon as I got home. I told him the truth I told him his name and I told him I've known him for a while and that I was in fact going to see him tomorrow. He's invited me to the theatre. I said yes.
Father wasn't too concerned about it. He knows I judge people well and the only request he had is that he gets to meet with Marc and that's not a problem. Actually, Marc is quite the gentleman but what worries me is what the people around him will say tomorrow when they meet me. After all, he is of higher status but that does not seem to bother him the least.
I'm not sure who was more angry today, me or Matthew. He's always had a bit of a bad temper but I fired up a lot as well today and there was shouting from both of us. Jake and Jonathan were present in the room but didn't say anything. They're used to mine and Matthew's arguments and knows that the best thing to do is NOT to interefere. It ended with both of us retreating to opposite ends of the house and not saying a word to each other all day. He was telling me that I am much too young to see a man of Marc's age (frankly he's not too old at all, around Thomas' age) and that he was probably just looking to take advantage of me. 'A cheap cut' he called it. Needless to say, I was angry with him. And I still am.
Father was in earlier and talked to me and said that Matthew was overreacting and that he only wanted to show that he cared. Sometimes I think he cares a bit too much. So now I'm lying in bed with Lucifer on my stomach. He's been unusually sleepy today and he's purring loudly at the moment. He won't be too happy with me when I switch the light off. He'll have to deal with it. I'm looking forward to tomorrow. It will be fun and I wonder what play where going to watch. I hope it's a Shakespeare. Maybe even Romeo and Juliet. But tomorrow is hours away.
Growing up with five brothers has both its ups and down. Mostly its good but today it has been nothing but bad. I love my family I really do but I wish they would realize that I'm not a child anymore and that I can take care of myself. I had a row with Matthew today, he saw me in town talking with a boy outside the library. I have seen him a few times before and we've spoken earlier as well. His name is Marc and he's sweet. I like him. Matthew's always been the most protective one and questioned me as soon as I got home. I told him the truth I told him his name and I told him I've known him for a while and that I was in fact going to see him tomorrow. He's invited me to the theatre. I said yes.
Father wasn't too concerned about it. He knows I judge people well and the only request he had is that he gets to meet with Marc and that's not a problem. Actually, Marc is quite the gentleman but what worries me is what the people around him will say tomorrow when they meet me. After all, he is of higher status but that does not seem to bother him the least.
I'm not sure who was more angry today, me or Matthew. He's always had a bit of a bad temper but I fired up a lot as well today and there was shouting from both of us. Jake and Jonathan were present in the room but didn't say anything. They're used to mine and Matthew's arguments and knows that the best thing to do is NOT to interefere. It ended with both of us retreating to opposite ends of the house and not saying a word to each other all day. He was telling me that I am much too young to see a man of Marc's age (frankly he's not too old at all, around Thomas' age) and that he was probably just looking to take advantage of me. 'A cheap cut' he called it. Needless to say, I was angry with him. And I still am.
Father was in earlier and talked to me and said that Matthew was overreacting and that he only wanted to show that he cared. Sometimes I think he cares a bit too much. So now I'm lying in bed with Lucifer on my stomach. He's been unusually sleepy today and he's purring loudly at the moment. He won't be too happy with me when I switch the light off. He'll have to deal with it. I'm looking forward to tomorrow. It will be fun and I wonder what play where going to watch. I hope it's a Shakespeare. Maybe even Romeo and Juliet. But tomorrow is hours away.