Alright, i have a pathetic story for you guys (yes... this is my first post)

::flame suit on::

I went out with this girl who lives in Syracuse, NY (I live in Harrisburg, PA) for a year, but i ****ed things up. I ended up losing her. July of '01, we stopped talking to each other.

In July of '02, as fate would have it, we crossed paths again. We got to talking again, and we mended all the things from the past. Her and I reclaimed out love for each other, and by the end of September, we were back together.

Things were going fairly good. We had our share of ups and downs. Then in Christmas of ’02, I went to go visit her and her family in Syracuse. I was up there for four days, and it was the best four days of my life. She was so beautiful, she was so amazing. It made me realize what I had given up so long ago… and that I had made a huge mistake when I gave it up. I was up there for her birthday, and then came home the day after.

When I got home, I called her as soon as I walked into the door. She sounded upset, so I asked her what was wrong. She told me that she missed me so much… then she told me that her mother said that she didn’t think that I was her daughter’s type.

That was a kick in my nuts.

Her parents didn’t know about what had happened in the past, and while I was up there, I did my very damned best to make sure the liked me. I helped with everything that I could. I did my best to stay out of the way of their daily routine; I made very little fuss about what I had to eat, or what kind of activities we did. I even spent that Saturday playing Monopoly with her and her younger brother… in a poor attempt to make him feel like he wasn’t an outcast.

She refuses to let me call her and she refuses to call me, when her mother is home. So now, I very rarely get to talk to her on the phone.

There have been two occasions that we’ve tried to get together for the weekend, since the Christmas trip. One was at the end of January. My parents said it was okay, I was all set to go; took the time off of work, and had everything packed, ready to go… then her mother says that it is too long of a trip for me to make, just to spend a weekend with her daughter (Five hours each direction). I was so hurt that I couldn’t go, but there was nothing that I could do to argue with her mother. What her mother says, goes, and that is why they nicknamed her “the warden.”

So Valentine’s Day is coming up in about a week, and couples are supposed to be together, right? That is what I thought so too. My family invited her down to spend the three day weekend with our family, my dad and I both would have had to take time off of work, so that this trip could have happened. Her mother said no to the Valentine’s Day weekend trip too. She must REALLY hate me.
I am beginning to lose hope. I used to have all these plans, budgets, and many, many note books and spreadsheets filled with financial information on how the two of us to could an apartment together, and we even planned a wedding and such.

Now I don’t know when the next time I will get to see her is, and it hurts like hell. Blah… anyone have any kind of advice on how I can get her mother to like me? Please… I need to see her again.

This is her and I… I know that I don’t look too happy. I was mad, but I cant remember about what



(Sorry that this was so long. I just had to get this all out, it was eating away inside of me.)