milleniumgypsy

Alright, I told mom about Scottie. She took it much better than I had expected! Considering all the shit she put me thru earlier this year about just being -friends- with Scottie...

I had planned on telling her on Thursday, because we were going up to Houghton and she was broke so we were going to go and sit by the channel for a while. The reason we were doing this was because Tasha and Scottie (brother) were both possibly hanging out with their friends in Dollar Bay for an hour, but it wasn't planned well enough that mom knew in advance whether or not that they would actually be able to, and would have to drive up to the school to see if they could. So then it would be a shorter drive to go to Houghton instead of back home. I was going to tell mom when we were there.

However, when we got to the school, Tasha and Scottie came out and it turned out Scottie's friend couldn't have him over that day. So we ended up going home.

Alright, so I told her today. (turned out if I had told mom yesterday I might have been able to see Scottie today too. Damnit...) I needed to go to the hospital to have a checkup with my rhuemetologist about my lab results (which btw, were normal! I don't think I've informed the lot of you in here that I am fine! o.O *does dance* I don't know exactly what caused the positive test results, but they are negative now. I think it was the fact that I was fighting infection right before my other blood test, I just hadn't known about it at the time.)
I ended up telling her in the waiting room of the hospital, because all my other plans kept getting foiled... I was just like 'gah! I have to tell her! Now!' and did it. lol

She said though that if he hurt me again, then she would run him over. lol Scottie said that it was a good thing he wasn't intending to. lol