"You will fly and you will crawl, God knows even angels fall…" –Jessica Riddle, "Even Angels Fall"

Been a hell of a week.

I can't think about this jerk without wanting to be sick. I can't believe I ever looked up to the man, period. And it's not just me, it's every young person in our store who ever looked up to him. We thought of this man as a father figure, an example that everyone should follow, because not only was he a fantastic worker, but he was a preacher and a foster parent.

You sir, betrayed that trust. That little girl went into your home after years of abuse, thinking it was over, thinking she was safe, and then you go and commit the ultimate betrayal. You did it, too. She was a baby, you creep. A CHILD. I don't wish death on anyone, normally, but in this case, I wish your suicide attempt had been successful. They ought to jack the jail up and throw you UNDER it for what you did to her. Five years. FIVE YEARS of abuse, you pig. I hope you rot in hell.

In better news, I got recognition for staying power. My five year anniversary is the 27th of this month, and in honor of that, I got a certificate of recognition, signed by the president of the company and the chairman of the board. It came with some stupid looking pin and a really goofy looking nametag. Now you're up to date on Hellmart.

On the personal front…

You know, I look back and I compare the current guy in my life to the ones who precede him; and I think to myself, "Robin, what the fuck were you THINKING?". Seriously. I don't think it's possible for any person to be more different from another than he is from them. It's night and day.

It feels like I've known him for years. I can talk to him for hours on end and not get bored. More importantly, I feel cared about. This one cares just as much about me as I do about him, and it's refreshing. It's amazing, and it absolutely blows me away.

I feel like the luckiest girl on the planet.

Thank you for making me feel special. Thank you for keeping a smile on my face, and for your concern, and just for your all around awesomeness. Thank you for showing me that not all guys are the same, and that there are a few out there worth hanging onto. Those little things mean everything, y'know?

With the good must come the bad, however, and it seems as though my best friend and I can't catch a break to save our fucking lives.

We deactivated our FS pages for a reason. It got old being attacked for NOTHING, and now we can't even post fics on this site without someone swearing it's meant to be fanfic? I dunno, maybe I should post a physical description of the guy in mine to make it absolutely clear that there are no similarities between he and the "famous" guy I'm supposedly using.

Patrick is a common name, for fuck's sake. Not only that, it was based off a guy she knows personally, and his real last name? MILLER. I fictionalized it as closely to his real last name as possible, you stupid fucking bitches. As for the one she used? That is my boyfriend's name, and K is the letter his real last name starts with. Sorry to burst your bubble, but no, we didn't write the Motorcity Machine Guns. If we had, we would have referred to them by their ring names, because it's DISRESPECTFUL to use their real ones, unless you know them personally.

For serious, if all you have to do with your life is find ways to harass me and try to make mine miserable? Then you need serious professional help.