Been terribly emotional from Ive come home from my hen party. Like the realisation of being a wife has hit me full whack in the face & Im standing freaked out in the middle of a huge identity crisis. I know who I am, Im Gemma Johnston. Gemma with a G & Johnston with a T & no E... Im a spinster, dislike animals, uncomfortable around small children & people in general. I live in a house my Dad calls a museum, use my foot ware as fireplace ornaments, tidy up using the one arm sweep technique where everything gets shoved under the sofa, enjoy my own company, laugh at my own jokes & only wear clothes on a Tuesday if Im going out. But all thats thrown into jeopardy, I dont know who Im going to be or what Im supposed to do? Ill not even have my own name! I lost it one time before & had to pay 80 quid to get it back; I promised that day that I would die a Johnston, regardless of whatever negative connotations & connections it came with... But I lied & now Ill be a wife, a wife with a new one syllable surname who has to discuss colours before she paints & who cant just dander about with no clothes on or pee with the door open! I dont know what this Mrs Weir is going to be like? What if shes crap? I dont even know this Gemma Weir & I probably wont even like her because Im a bit socially impaired & I hate new people... Im so confused! Ill buy her a dressing gown, thatll maybe help with the Naked Tuesday transition... **Dad heard sobs & brought cherry bakewells & tea. He said Weir is a very good alternative to Johnston & at 31 I really shouldnt be prancing about with nothin on anyway... Feel a bit better.**
Posted on: Sun, 08 Jun 2014 23:17:23 +0000
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