I got annoyed at iTunes this morning for not taking the playlists I have made on my phone and populating them over onto my macbook. Is this even a thing?
As usual Lochlan won't help with anything because he expects me to be technologically independent so I threatened to go back to using a Blackberry. Drag and drop. No problems. If Ruth burns through any more iphones I may have to go back to Blackberry anyway because they're less than half the price of a new iphone so I would just give her mine and revert. We shall see.
I'm not independent in any way, frankly and I don't know why he persists except that he is hurting today and lashing out because the Cirque show brought up feelings in him that he has no place to put anymore. I tied him down. I took him out of his comfort zone and stuck him rigidly into Happily Ever After right smack up against the Devil even though I knew when I fell in love with Lochlan that he would rather die than sit still, ever.
Oh, good choice of words, Loch. Excellent. Now please excuse me while I run upstairs and cry my eyes out for ruining your life.
That's not what I meant.
It seems pretty clear to me.
I miss it, Bridget. Don't you miss it? Life was simpler. Everything was simpler. There was so much magic.
You have to find the magic in other ways now. It's still simple if you keep it that way.
This isn't simple, Bridget.
So your fix for it is to hurt me?
No, I just want to make you see the things you seem to have forgotten.
I didn't forget.
Maybe you were just too young to remember.
Maybe it was just too hard to live like that.
I can see that. It's much nicer and cushier here with the Devil emptying his wallet on you.
That's not what I meant.
Then what did you mean?
It's safer here.
Why? He's right in your face so he can't sneak up on you any more?
Well, I wanted more for you. For us.
And I GAVE IT TO YOU. Even though it's cost me most of your trust in the process.
I wonder if this was worth it, Bridget. Do you really think it is?
I don't see any other way.
Well, you would, but you've grown too use to this gilded life to consider anything else. You sat there complaining about your phone this morning. We used to walk to the payphone, a mile there and a mile back. Did you forget already?
That was in the eighties! Before cellphones. You're not seriously going to use that as an argument are you?
I was but I'm sure you've bought all your answers in order to be sure you'd win. Or he did for you.