Right now, I'm too tired to care. I already knew it was not going to end well. I've known it was not going to end well since it started. I don't know if I'm going to avoid it, or if I ever intended to. It'll happen sometime in the next few months. I'm pretty sure I know how it ends, too. There's still a window for me to get out of this, but I don't know when that closes or if I'm jumping through it. If I don't, I can live with the way it'll end.
This is what I get for trying to help people. Maybe I should stop doing that.
Note: I'll probably have a wildly different attitude about it tomorrow. It's been that kind of month. Uncovering a lot of things I didn't realize and whatnot.
Edit: Really, it's not as bad as it sounds. I just keep going back and forth between totally fine with this course of events and totally not fine, and I haven't really been posting about it when I am fine with it. I don't know if it's my brain chemistry going wonky or what. Right now I'm not worried about the whole marriage bit, I'm just worried she's gonna wake up on a bench in O'Hare on her birthday and feel terrible about herself.
Double edit: She called, she's not waking up on a bench, but she's waking up alone in Chicago tomorrow on her birthday. She already feels terrible because by the end of this she will have spent upwards of 6 hours waiting in line at customer service to get vouchers, plus she has blisters from her shoes. Trying to quit smoking and can't have a cigarette in line. Turning 24 and about to lose health insurance until she can get a job with coverage. Doesn't know where her luggage is. Waited in the plane to Arizona for an hour and a half before they decided it was canceled. Her fiancee has not answered the phone for either of us, which is probably not his fault, but still. Right now, I'm the only person she's not angry at. The two of us had a fake birthday for her earlier this week, and it was the best day of our lives. Now it's coming up on her actual birthday, and she feels like a failure, and no one can do anything about it. Fuck.
Pants: At least he's not your friend.
Triple edit, if anyone's even reading this page anymore: She finally got out to Arizona. Her luggage got there before she did, and the hotel they put her in didn't have any extra toiletry kits, so she is wearing two-day old clothes and hasn't had a shower since Wednesday and is sitting in Arizona. Also, if she hadn't taken the flight she did (the first one, at 7 in the morning, meaning she got even less sleep than the night before), she would've been stuck again, because the rest out there are grounded due to weather. She's feeling better, though, so thank god that's over.