Sunday, October 2, 2011
Monday Moans ~ Allan O'Sullivan
I've lived a long time. I've loved enough people to know who I truly care about. So why do certain people drive me to the brink of insanity?
My name is Allan O'Sullivan. I've put up with a lot. I fought in the American Civil War. I've been hungry, tired, soaked to the bone. I can deal with a lot. There's one thing, well, no, one person I just can't...understand how to relate to.
She drives me to the edge. It's like everything is a game to her and nothing's serious. I try to explain things and she just blows it off.
Even Todd coddles her. He doesn't put up with anything from anyone. It's like he enjoys her spontaneity.
Am I the one who doesn't belong? He's my mate. The frustration I feel isn't wrong, is it? I don't know if I want to share him, but she seems to be in every last part of our lives--well, except the sex. So far that's not been a problem.
Maybe I'm overreacting. I mean, she's just our friend and a twenty-something girl lost. She doesn't understand her needs as a vampire.
One of these days we'll get this all straightened out...well, what can be straightened out.
I guess my Monday Moan was more of a moan than a mooooaaaaaaan. Sorry.