122.) Wow times 2

Kay, well, today was uhm...wow. Around 4:30, he picked me up and we went to that family day thing up at church and we were there until like 8 probably. Then, me and him went back to his place and watched half of this movie before going out. Well, I specifically told my mom, we were going to his house and then we were going out. So, for about an hour, I'm at Cliff's house. No one is home, we're laying on the couch watching Disturbia. Well, after that, I called my mom to tell her we were going out and she said "I'm in the driveway, get out here." And I was like "What?" And me and Cliff walked out there and she went off on us because she didn't know I was there, and Donna had bitched at her earlier about how she thinks we're screwing around. And my mom told Donna we were not doing anything like that, and we're not. And my mom was yelling at us outside and then me and Cliff went back inside, and I didn't even know what to do. Cliff was pissed off and we went to Starbucks and sat in the parking lot and talked. And I felt so bad, I mean, obviously, things were misunderstood and he got the blame for it basically. And I told him I was sorry, and we talked it all out, and I mean, when he brought me home my mom had calmed down, and things went over well, like, everything is really fine now. But, I was afraid Cliff was going to back out of our relationship and I had planned if he did, I was not going to speak to my mom at all. I would've been extremely upset. But, things went over well. He was mad, yeah, and we talked about it at Starbucks and just all this stuff. It ended well though if that's what you're wondering. And I'm extremely glad, too. Anyways... Today was otherwise pretty good. Went to my grandma's for her birthday. She's 70. Then Cliff picked me up. So, yeah. Didn't do much, but a lot happened. I'm getting kind of worried about the near future. Mainly about his job. I mean, me? I know it's going to be super hard not seeing him all the time, and him working those long hours 6 days a week. Him being moody because..that's what work does to you. Him being out of town on certain jobs. I can eventually handle it, and I'm willing to be in the position if it means, that in the end, we'll be together. And...I'm willing to work hard to help him all the time, even if it means getting hurt in the end by dating him. I dunno, I'm just kind of eh about that. But, he'll be making good money, he'll be moving out soon. I'll be finishing school within the next 3 years. Then one more year of college. So, in like 3 years, we can finally be together, maybe. But, three years is a long time, and a thousand things will happen between then. But I told him, and I mean it, that I'm willing to sacrifice things, and do whatever it takes, for us to be together. And he said the same thing. He said once he starts working those long hours going commercial, he won't get home until like 8:30 or 9:00 and he might just spend the night at my house. Which is fine, my mom doesn't care. And tonight in the car, I was like "Cliff, I know you're mad and upset, I am too. And I'm sorry about that happening...And I know it's going to be hard with all these people that keep talking. But even in the end, even though it's hard, won't it be worth it?" And he was like "Yeah, it will. Like I said last night, you're different, Alma, and I like that. I will make sacrifices for us." I mean, he really will do what he says, I just hate hard times. [= The other night, he was like "I'm going to tell my mom about you when I go home. I'm going to tell her I met someone really nice." And some other stuff. I was like [= Anyways, just thinking about some stuff that's going to happen soon. Kind of scared and in the dark, but I have a, well, good feeling that it will be worth it all in the end. Yeah, well, it's after midnight. Church tomorrow [-sigh-]. I'll write tomorrow night. [=
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I would just like to say once again that I love reading your diary. :) I hope you and Cliff can continue to work things out. You obviously really like each other. All the best.