My friends, I am going through times in which you find out who your friends truly are. We are at the end of one part of this, which is the beginning of the next, potentially worse. The potential ramifications to my sweetie, to me, are horrendous.
It's not an issue I have ever really talked about here, and will not now. I cannot. There is too much at stake and I fear saying anything about it in even a remotely public place. Suffice to say, I never thought, as a Canadian, I would ever read about, let alone experience first hand, any of the hell we are living through right now. It goes against everything every Canadian thinks is true about our country and the way things work here.
Some of you may find out over the coming months through other channels. I promise, I will do my utmost to ensure you find out first from me, via private message or phone calls. Suffice to say, I am in desperate need of my friends right now. We both are. We're in the fight of our lives. And all I want is to scream it, shriek it, from the rooftops. But I can't. Not that I'm not allowed. I am afraid to.
I may come back and delete this later. It's all very mysterious, I know. And it feels oh so melodramatic to speak of it in 'hushed tones' like this. But I feel so very betrayed, and helpless. Not by anyone here. This has nothing to do with anyone here. I just need my friends and I'm reaching out in the only way I feel safe doing right now.
