The party was okay I guess. People left earlier than I'd hoped and some that I'd hoped wouldn't show up would never leave. None of it matters though, considering my mother and Ken finally met and now, after almost a year and a half, I can fucking breathe again. No more "sleeping at Angela's" and no more mysterious gifts and no more hiding. I can already feel that our relationship has enhanced just because that stress is gone. He feels so much better now that he's not a secret anymore, and I feel so bad that it had to be that way. After the fact, my mom said I should've never kept it a secret from the start, yada yada, whatever I don't even wanna talk about it I just want to keep living and loving and I'm just really happy that my happiness is no longer confined.