Jan. 3rd, 2010

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Mal, Deirdre and I are in Whitehead. And oh dear GOD it's slightly terrifying being back here. I'm in the room I grew up in, which my parents apparently turned in to "throw everything into it" room. Which is weird, because my parents keep everything else in the house immaculate... Anyway, Deirdre and I are going to spend the night here. My mother is trying to rope Deirdre into playing card games and Dermot is actually cooing over Deirdre's twins. Apparently I get my uterus from him. Who knew... They're actually pleased I'm marrying Mal. After years and years of not being accepted and not being allowed to have my Mal eat here while he was caring for me after I was hurt, because he was 'filth' (oh that's quoting), having their approval is pretty special.

Mal is staying at his parents' house tonight. They're actually talking and it's good. Because like hell I would have let him stay there if they weren't being kind to him. It's really encouraging. They said sorry. You know. As you should when you subjecting your child to starvation on the streets of Dublin/London for six fucking years. We went into his room and they had kept it exactly the same. It was eerie. His pictures of Velvet Goldmine and Leonardo DiCaprio (he's going to kill me for that one!) and his old guitar...some of the songs we had written together. It was...really strange. Stranger for him to know that that place existed even after they made him leave it. He'll be okay though. They all will. It was good that we came.

And by the way, we're looking at having the union performed in about three weeks because after that things get hectic for Mal, band-wise. And already I'm going to have to plan things while he's in freaking Disneyland!

Oh my god, I'm Bridezilla!! Because, let's face it, I'm certainly not the groom...
quinntaessentia: (Naked Chest)
Mal, Deirdre and I are in Whitehead. And oh dear GOD it's slightly terrifying being back here. I'm in the room I grew up in, which my parents apparently turned in to "throw everything into it" room. Which is weird, because my parents keep everything else in the house immaculate... Anyway, Deirdre and I are going to spend the night here. My mother is trying to rope Deirdre into playing card games and Dermot is actually cooing over Deirdre's twins. Apparently I get my uterus from him. Who knew... They're actually pleased I'm marrying Mal. After years and years of not being accepted and not being allowed to have my Mal eat here while he was caring for me after I was hurt, because he was 'filth' (oh that's quoting), having their approval is pretty special.

Mal is staying at his parents' house tonight. They're actually talking and it's good. Because like hell I would have let him stay there if they weren't being kind to him. It's really encouraging. They said sorry. You know. As you should when you subjecting your child to starvation on the streets of Dublin/London for six fucking years. We went into his room and they had kept it exactly the same. It was eerie. His pictures of Velvet Goldmine and Leonardo DiCaprio (he's going to kill me for that one!) and his old guitar...some of the songs we had written together. It was...really strange. Stranger for him to know that that place existed even after they made him leave it. He'll be okay though. They all will. It was good that we came.

And by the way, we're looking at having the union performed in about three weeks because after that things get hectic for Mal, band-wise. And already I'm going to have to plan things while he's in freaking Disneyland!

Oh my god, I'm Bridezilla!! Because, let's face it, I'm certainly not the groom...

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