Alex asked me if I had Thanksgiving plans. (Props to him, I guess, for remembering tomorrow is Thanksgiving.) I said yes, I was going to a dinner at Pastora Elena's. Up until then I'm not sure if I'd really decided whether I was going. I'm not sure why, but I was kind of just not feeling it. I think that being at a Thanksgiving celebration away from my family was just going to make it all the more clear that it wasn't right, it wasn't home.
But when he asked, I had to say something. I feel like I have this obligation to at least try to fend him off. Even when I am dying to say yes to him, to any little thing he suggests, I have to put up some kind of defense, and then if he sometimes breaks through, oh well I tried. Logically it makes NO SENSE, but I don't think there's much true logic involved here. More like rationalization.
In any case, I told him I was going to do this, and since I know he'll ask about it, now I'm locked in. So I should figure out what I can buy/make to contribute, and call her to let her know I'm coming and ask what to bring.
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Love, Novela [Completed]General Fiction
If soul mates really exist, does that mean you are supposed to be with them? Even if it means turning your back on your family and friends, values and beliefs? Novela is a journalism and Latin American Studies double-major spending a semester in Gua...