a very upsetting event

This blog was written by me-Björn,
my intention is for only my family members to read it but i guess there is no way of preventing
others from reading it too.

Tomorrow(28/2/06) will be six month anniversary with my beautiful girlfriend Chrissy. She
is the girl that I would most like to spend the rest of my life with. I gave her my heart and the
rest of my life, however, she seems not to have realised this. On Friday 24 Feb (3 days ago)
a boy from Chrissy's school began flirting with her over the internet. Without realising what she
was doing Chrissy began to do the same back and then moved on to texting. On sunday Chrissy told me at the beginning of the church meeting that she needed to tell me something, I did not think anything of this and carried on with the worship. Chrissy then showed one of her friends
a picture on her mobile and when she went to put it away I asked if I could mess around with her phone, she said yes and I then continued to play a game on the phone.
It was then that I decided to see how many texts I had sent Chrissy but found a name a did not recognise amongst my texts. I thought nothing of this and decided to check the outbox, there were only 5 messages in this and so I decided to look at these. Apparently I turned pale immediately, Chrissy's phone is one that saves messages meaning you have to personally delete them to remove them. The messages were to the name I did not recognise.

I tapped Chrissy on the shoulder to ask her what it was, she too turned pale, she then put the phone in her pocket and put her face in her hands. At this I walked away and out of the hall,
I was furious, hurt and confused. It felt as though she had thrown everything I had given her over the past six months, including my heart, into the sea. Chrissy ran out of the other exit crying. My dad then took me outside for a walk and advised me in what course to take. I went back and took Chrissy outside to ask her why and to find out what she had done with him so far.

We had a conversation in which I found out that she had been overwhelmed by this boy who had said that he was madly in love with her and that she had been confused. I had no idea how many times a person could say sorry till then, I accepted the apologies and told her that I still wanted to be with her and would always love her no matter what(much to her great surprise as she had expected me to dump her then and there).

I had forgotten how long a person could cry for, it turns out its a long time, and I ended up crying myself to sleep that evening. It is true that it will be incredibly hard to regain the trust that she once had and I have reassured her that if anything like this ever happens again that that it will definitely be over because if she can still love other people after a 6 month relationship then I am not the right person for her and she deserves only the best, even if it means that she will not be mine.

I have not written this to embarass or chastise Chrissy but for my family to know the situation,
I still love her and I have forgiven her so I will not hear a word against her. She was, is and always will be my one true love.

Another tumble

John has racked up another injury at ice hockey. He got knocked over last night by someone who was racing him for the puck. He now sports a huge lump on his left hip for his trouble. I shall forebear to put a picture up on this site - largely because I suspect I wouldn't get his permission! Perhaps watching Sweden beating USA at ice hockey yesterday afternoon affected his play...

Unlikely sources

My last post gives some insight into how cheerful (or not) I am feeling this morning. However, this post about Bono's sermon to America's religious (and otherwise?) leaders, gives a little lift. The blog itself is worth reading.

It comes hot on the heels of a most uplifting episode of Songs of Praise last night, hosted by Jonathan Edwards and celebrating some of the UK's unsung heroes.

National "pull a sickie" day

Apparently today glories in this rather dubious name, or so I learned when one of my colleagues arrived in the office. We duly established that, of the 5 of us in the room, four had given passing thought to doing just that.

Björn claims to have been throwing up and he made a bid for a day off today. Whether he was sincere or not, I am sad to say I have no idea - he is, after all a 14 year old boy!

His illness, whether real or feigned, coupled with an infected wound of my own (I recently had a growth removed in a rather tricky position where my clothes keep rubbing on the site, preventing healing), certainly had me weighing up the idea of a day in bed.

In the end, I packed us both off to a day's grind. I'm regretting it already. My wound is irritating the living daylights out of me, and I'm struggling to stay awake. It must be Monday!

A sad loss

John's aunt Gunnel died last week. Apparently, her heart just gave out. She had been ill for some time with some form of sclerosis - contracted, if I understood her Swedish correctly, from a tick bite. On top of that, she had developed an infection, for which she was being medicated. The combination of all these things appears to have been more than her heart could take and she died in her sleep.

She was just getting used to living alone after the death of her husband in the second half of last year. Unlike John's Mom, she was obviously not destined for many years' widowhood. John attended his uncle Lennart's funeral last year, but we would like to go to Gunnel's as a family, if we can afford the tickets. John's cousin has invited us to stay at his house. Very generous considering that he has just lost his remaining parent.