snccharlotte's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- My Stomach Hurts Worrying sucks. Jim is driving me crazy with worry. Ever since he moved into that damn house he hasn't been himself. He's constantly stressed over bills, his mom, Roland, and every other thing. I feel so helpless when I look in his eyes and all I see is frustration. He's barely 19 years old. This isn't fair what they've done to him. I've been doing everything I can to try and keep him happy. It breaks my heart every time he starts to get depressed. Now his car isn't running right, and he's freaking out about that too. He's not even sure he wants to go to Vegas now because of money issues. I hate this. I cried myself to sleep last night because I feel so helpless. I don't know how to make things better.....it's killing me. *Jim don't feel bad. It's not your fault* I'm so angry because I knew this was going to happen. I knew that this wasn't going to be a good situation. He had no choice though. His mom would've just made him feel guilty, and would've kept pushing the issue until he eventually caved. WHY ARE THEY DOING THIS TO HIM?! I gave him all the money I had saved, and told him to hide it from them. It was for him for anything he needed. Jim tried to make me keep it, but I know he needed it more than me. Besides, we're a team. He jumps, I jump. I jump, he jumps. My dad said all I can do right now is just be there for him and hold his hand through everything. And I swear on my life I will. I just want him to be happy again...... 10:08 a.m. - 2004-08-01 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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