Jeremy is/was me. My mother was Veronica for as long as I could remember. I never understood how she could abandon us or why. To this day, I don't understand, but we do have a relationship now. Is everything peachy? Far from it. But it's better. I don't hate her anymore. And I'm not spending restless nights staying up and crying over where she is or when she'll come back. I don't know WHY I wanted to write this story, maybe I felt it'll help. But it's been years and I would like to think that I've healed. But there is still that little girl trapped inside me, always wondering, always asking Why? Why weren't we good enough?
Maybe it's a good thing I didn't finish this. I had too many problems and it just seemed like it just wasn't meant to be wrote. Seriously, I've had games crash, but this one did it repeatedly. And If I were to continue, I'd pretty much have to re-create all my characters. I love them, but no thanks. That's a commitment that I just can't do right now. At this point, I'm all over the place. I just want to try lose ends I suppose.
I would love to say that I'll be back with another story, but I'd feel really crappy about that since I didn't finish this one. But then again..story writing and taking pictures is one of the reasons I love the Sims game, so who knows? I DO know that I will still be reading. I got the opportunity to catch up a little today, but I know I'm still far behind. I hope you all understand and if/when I do write again, hopefully you will still be interested.