Well, well, well. It's been one whole year since one of the best, and strangely enough worst, days of my life. This time 1 year ago, I was sitting on the hill of the Milton Keynes Bowl with 2 people, Marmot and Nat, whom I'd never met in my life (and Nat was actually supposed to be my girlfriend lol...), and had only started talking to on the net 6 months previously and yet I felt like I'd known them forever, watching Green Day perform all of their amazing songs in the 2 biggest gigs they've ever done in their lives to date, and all in my little humble home town. Fucking. Amazing. 3 punk guys from America declaring to the whole world that Milton Keynes was now their new adopted home town. Happiness doesn't quite cover it. Sheer euphoria is nearer the mark.
Then there was the other end of the scale. That very same day I found out that my sister and her husband, Jo and Dave, were splitting up. I had never known my sister as just 'Jo'. It was always 'Jo and Dave', not 'Jo', not on her own. FFS, Dave's known me since before my 1st Birthday, he wasn't just a brother-in-law, he was a brother. My brother.
Since that day last year, I've seen him once, for 3 minutes. And that's it. We never knew anything was wrong. He reckoned things had been wrong between them for about 5 years, but we never knew. Hell, Jo never even knew. There she is, thinking she's got a loving, doting husband, then one day, he comes down the stairs, gives her 2 double-sided pieces of A4 paper with a neatly written list of everything that he can't stand about her and their relationship and tells her he wants to call it a day, because he can't do all of these marvellous things he'd planned for his life, like going to Africa on safari or moving to Australia, or motorcycling across Europe. Bullshit. Fucking bullshit. 6 days later he kicked my sister out of their house, and that was it. Jo was devestated, my parents were angry and I was lost. But Dave, well Dave was happy.
And so a year on, what's happened to us all since then? My Mum's still angry but she's happy that Jo's well shot of him. My Dad is happy for Jo and simply doesn't care if Dave exists or not. Me, I don't really know. Some days I think good riddance, others I miss him. The one thing I do wish I could have though is closure. I never got to tell him what I really think of him and to say goodbye, and that eats me up. My sister, well she's happy as larry. She got her hair chemically straightened, got sleek, gorgeous new glasses, lost weight, got a new wardrobe and got her nose pierced. And she hasn't cried in about 11 months. Her divorce will be through any day now and she can finally move on.
And Dave? Did he go on safari in Africa? No. Did he go motorcycling across Europe? No. Did he move to Australia then? Err, no. I'll tell you what he did. He upped sticks and moved into a flat in a town called Bournmouth, about 170 miles from here, where he is now struggling to get a job and to pay the rent.
So kids, the moral of the story is...?
Don't fucking chuck away the best thing in your life like it's a piece of shit cos life will come back and bite you in the arse.
And also, don't expect a girl you met on the internet 6 months previously and tells you she's your girlfriend to actually mean it when you meet her. But that story, is for another time... ;)
Current Music: Green Day - Platypus (I Hate You)