You and Gareth

Dear FutureMe, I am writing this on the 20th of february 2006 at 17:19. Tomorrow will be your 10 month aniversary and at the moment you guys are kinda happy. Gareth i think is in love with you. He seems to be. You can see sometimes with the way he looks at you he really loves you. But you feel a little strange toward him, but ultimately I believe that you do really love him deep down in your soul. You can see yourself married to him and although you have thought about breaking up you couldnt ever do it because you love him too much. By the time you read this if you are still with him it should be your two year aniversay. Otherwise you arent that great. Last night you had your first emotional breakdown. Everything has become a little too much for you to handle. The estate agency is too much, especially with Winston breathing down your neck all the time. But mommy has helped now and now all you had to do was tell him that you arent operateing in the reeds anymore. I wonder how that went. Helios should be taking off in the next week, and you're rather excited about that. That's the only thing thats kept you going concerning careers. NOthing else has excited you much in the past few weeks, you've been worried that you're falling into a depression. It could have started when Gareth told you that he feels sick when you guys go out and he doesnt like having sex cos he thinks the motion makes him have seizures. In some weird way this makes me think that I'm the cause of him being ill all the time, that I make him sick! I really think I am falling into a depression. Your social life is looking ok, people who havent called you in ages have started looking you up again - weirdly enough they're all guys this must say something about you! But this isnt that bad at least I have friends that I can go see and I dont have to depend on Gareth for companionship anymore. He was complaining that I was too dependent again! Well now I have friends and he has to deal with the fact that they're all highly attractive males! Let me go, dinners ready. Mommy's calling. I wonder if you'll still be living with Mom when you're reading this? You'll only be 22. Anyway cheers and hope things worked out. Past you