He quit his job
we are both wayfaring wanderers..
nomads..
lost..
with no idea what to do..
and hes not taking it too well..
but thats okay
we chill at his parents .. down at the beach.. beautiful here.. hes beuatiful to me..
tattoo #7 as well..
a drawing he did while up in washington.. a fish.. pacific nothwest american indian style.. right in my back.. beautful.. big..
but
seriously
im sticking it through
because i beleive in him
and i do need him
as much as it hurts me when he does cettain things..

hes also amazing in other areas.. lots of bliss together.. and im fine just laying around with him
i love his family too.. they seem to like me.. talk to his sister.. talk to his mommma and daddy.. his daddys obsessed with the house they are building.. and we tooka tour of it..
i also like to tease ..
tempt
hehe
its a game to me
until i finally get him
wonderful
but
i still worry
and the other day
i cried harder and longer than i ever have before.. sobbing hard core.. had to go to the bathroom because i hate crying in front of people..
im trying to be strong
but its hard
and i cant keep it up forever.. driving all over.. pretendiing im not hurting too.. being strong for him.. tolerating what he does..
but
i imagine
its going to be worth it in the end
im letting him wallow for abit
and then im going to start pushing him even more... making him redo his resume.. send it out.. blah blah..
because
im in love..
and
its beautiful when it is
he gaveme roses this morning..and a box of chocolate.. but we both agreed to give it to his mommy instead..

We could go to San Diego and stay with his freind until we get on our feet.. find jobs out there.. or stay with my grandparents in Wenatchee, WA or to my uncles in FreMont, WA.. anywhere..
but i dont think he can leave this place quite yet

I LOVE MY TATTOO!