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My little sister graduated from college today! I am so incredibly proud of her. Graduation ceremonies are SO long. They're important and worth it, obviously, but LONG. Pretty boring, too. Even though I didn't graduate all that long ago, I guess I had forgotten how long the ceremonies were. Between the general university commencement and her specific college's convocation ceremony, we were there for damn near six hours. Jenny had to stay home with the baby, which she was sad about, but she still can't move around that much, and she probably would have been miserable. I went with my mom, Evan (who was very happy that he got to miss school), my brother and his fiancee, and my grandma. Some other extended family members met us there too. In a way it was really weird to see my baby sister graduate. Just because it means she's grown up. I still think of her as my baby sister. Maybe not baby sister, but she'll never be just my sister...she'll always be my little sister. She's about eight years younger than me, so she really is my baby sister. I am so happy for her and so proud of her. I'm lucky to have such a smart, sweet, beautiful sister. I am seriously SO proud of her.

I'll catch up with you guys tonight and/or tomorrow. Most likely tomorrow, or at least mostly tomorrow. It has been a long day!
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I swear, every time something really good happens, something bad happens almost immediately afterward.

I got into a fist fight for the first time in AGES. I'm too old for that shit. I'm still seething from it. I was over at my mom's house talking to my sister Cassie earlier today, when her asshole ex-boyfriend showed up. Just a refresher...he's the guy who beat and raped her earlier this year (http://xxmadsenxx.livejournal.com/67337.html). Luckily my mom is out of town...I'm glad she wasn't there when it happened. I'm also really glad I went over by myself. I wouldn't have wanted Jenny to be there, and I definitely wouldn't have wanted Evan to witness what happened.

Cassie called me crying around 11:00 this morning, and asked me to come over. She lives with my mom, not that that's really relevant. Anyway, I went over to see her, and she told me that her ex had been contacting her. She has a restraining order against him, and he had been leaving her alone, but he contacted her out of the blue today. He tried messaging her on Facebook last night, and she ignored him. Then he tried texting her, and she ignored him. After that, he kept calling her. She didn't answer, and he started leaving her threatening voicemails. He left her about half a dozen of them. In the first few voicemails, he made a bunch of degrading comments and insults. The next few included actual threats. He told her he was going to make her pay for what she'd done. By "what she'd done" he meant having him arrested for beating and raping her, and getting a restraining order against him. If he's going to threaten someone over that, he should be threatening me, because I'm the one who called the cops when it happened, since my sister was hesitating to do it. In the last voicemail, he told her that she had better watch out, because he was going to come over. He said that if she wasn't home, he'd keep coming until she was. He said, "You can try to avoid me all you want, but I'm going to find you eventually, bitch. You can't avoid me forever. The more difficult you make it, the worse it's going to be for you." She called me as soon as she received that voicemail, so of course I rushed over to her house right away.

My mom's house is only about ten minutes away from mine, so I got there quickly. He called her once again while I was on my way, but didn't leave a voicemail that time. Within 45 minutes of me being there, he called twice more. Cassie was hysterical and scared to death, understandably. I tried to comfort her, but I had no idea what to do. She called the cops to report him for breaking the restraining order and threatening her, but he wasn't at home, so they couldn't really do anything at that exact point in time. When I had been there for a couple hours, he showed up. The door was locked, and he kept banging on it. He started yelling shit through the door, saying that my sister was a good for nothing bitch, and he was going to make her pay. From the second he got there I was ready to confront him, but Cassie begged me to just ignore him. So I did for about five minutes. But then he started yelling even worse shit. He said something insinuating that he was going to rape her again, and I fucking snapped. I stood up and headed for the door. Cassie tried grabbing my arm and pulling me back, but fuck that shit. I'll be damned if I'm going to let someone threaten my little sister like that. This guy is crazy. They're not empty threats. He'd rape and/or beat her again in a heartbeat. He's a fucking psycho...who knows what he'd do to her? I wasn't going to stand for it. Before I got to the door, when Cassie was still begging me not to open it, I told her to call the cops ASAP...not only because he was there, but because shit was going to go down.

I flung open the door and confronted him. I told him to leave Cassie the fuck alone, so he prompted me with "What the fuck are you going to do about it?" I warned him and told him that he'd better leave if he knew what was good for him. I said some other shit, and attempted to get him to swing first. That might seem like a bitch move, but if he made the first move, I was safe, legally. I can't risk going to jail for assault. Chances are I would have been fine anyway, since he was breaking the restraining order, was on her property, and was threatening her, so I'd just be defending her, but I didn't want to take any chances. So after a minute I got him to shove me. He raised his fist, and I blocked his punch, grabbed his wrist, twisted it around, and socked him in the face. Then I threw him to the ground and went at him. He got a few swings in, but I definitely came out on top. I have been in a lot of fights in my time...that came with the lifestyle I led. I'm a pretty damn good fighter, if I do say so myself. Fighting is stupid, and I'm pissed that I had to do it, because I'm over that shit. But I seriously was not going to let him fuck with my sister like that. I hadn't fought like that in I don't even know how long...at least eight or nine years. I guess I haven't lost my touch though, haha.

Anyway, back to the fight. I fucked him up. I didn't get away unscathed...I have the beginning of a black eye, a small cut on my lip, and a small cut and a bit of a bruise on my right cheek, but that's it. Well, no, that's not it. I have a bruise near my shoulder from him trying to fucking bite me. What kind of a little bitch tries to fucking BITE someone in a fight? Luckily he didn't break skin, because he did it through my jacket. What a little bitch though. That's fucking pathetic. The motherfucker got what he deserved. My "battle wounds" are nothing compared to his. I broke his nose; gave him one hell of a black eye; gave him a nice gash on the side of his head, which had to be stitched; fractured part of his jaw; busted his lip completely open; sprained (if not fractured) his wrist; and broke a few of his ribs. Hopefully that will teach him not to fuck with my little sister. My sister called the cops before we started fighting, like I told her to before I opened the door. I guess she also told them they should probably send an ambulance, because she knew there would be a fight. I don't think that was necessary, and I only told her to call the cops, not to ask for fucking paramedics, but whatever. It's not like I was going to kill him or anything. But yeah, that's how I know the extent of his injuries. They got there just a few minutes after he gave up and just laid there. Of course they questioned me and my sister, and a teenage neighbor kid saw what happened, so he verified our story. Cassie showed the cops the texts and the voicemails, and they arrested her ex. I didn't get in trouble, thank God. Even if I would have gotten arrested, it would have been worth it. It would have sucked, sure, but the motherfucker needed to get what he deserved. I am SO fucking pissed right now.

After they arrested him, I took Cassie to my house, because I didn't want her staying alone, and she didn't want to either. She went into my brother's old room as soon as we got here. It's going to be the baby's room, but at the moment it's serving as a guest room, so she's staying in there tonight. Anyway, Jenny was upstairs doing laundry when I got home. She heard me come in the door and then slam it shut, and heard my sister crying, so she came to the top of the stairs and called down, "Chris, what's going on?" She came downstairs, and the second she saw me she said, "Oh my God, what the fuck happened?! Are you ok?" and ran up to me and threw her arms around me. She touched my face near the cut on my cheek and started crying. I told her I was fine, and there was no need to cry. That was true...it's not like I really got hurt. I told her what happened, and she completely understood why I fought him.

He'll be in jail for a while. I don't know how long...a few months. I'm just worried about what will happen when he gets out. I'm afraid for Cassie. This guy is fucking crazy. I hope he'll stay away for good now, but you never know with people like that. I don't want my little sister to end up dead at the hands of this psycho. He had seriously better stay the fuck away from her.

I am SO mad right now. Absolutely fucking furious.

I didn't know what to tell Evan. Obviously he was going to know something happened, because of the black eye and the other marks. I didn't want to lie about it, but I don't want him to think that fighting is ok. I had to tell him something though, so I told him a sugarcoated version of the truth. I just told him that somebody was threatening to hurt Cassie, so I had to protect her and got into a fight with the guy so that he wouldn't hurt her. Then I made sure to tell him that fighting is not a good way to solve things, and that it should only happen when you or someone else is in danger. I don't know if I said the right thing or not. I really didn't know what to say to him, and I was too mad to really think. Maybe I'll try to explain it better later, when I can think of something to say. He was worried about me because of the cuts and bruises, but I assured him that I was ok. At the end of our little talk he asked me, "Did you win?" I tried not to laugh. Once again, I didn't know what to say, but I said "Yeah, I won all right, but that doesn't make it cool. Fighting is bad whether you win or lose. Don't do it." Haha.

Fuck. I hate that guy so much. What a piece of shit. I wish I could fuck him up even worse. Hell, I wish I could kill him. Fucking asshole. You do NOT fuck with the people I love. I'm usually a pretty nice, even-tempered guy, but with shit like that...hell no. I'm very protective of the people closest to me...especially the women. Well, and my son, obviously. Someone can fuck with me all they want, and I'll typically let it slide (nowadays, anyway), but you fuck with my sister, my mom, or Jenny, and it's on. At this point in my life I usually wouldn't resort to violence, but I felt it was necessary in this case. I don't feel bad about it at all. I'm glad I fucked him up. He deserved it.

My knuckles on my right hand are starting to hurt a little bit. They're probably bruised or something. I just noticed it. No big deal or anything, they just weren't bothering me before now. I still can't believe he BIT me. What a little bitch. The few places he got me in the face are starting to hurt a little bit too, but not bad. Nothing compared to the pain he's feeling right now. He's most likely going to have to have his nose fixed and his jaw wired. Good riddance to him.
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So it's what, two weeks until Christmas? I'm nowhere near ready. But I never am. I'm still unsure of exactly what I want to get Jenny/what I want to do for her. I have SOME things...but I don't know, it's our first Christmas together, so I want it to be special. Well, it's not technically our first, but it's our first as a married couple. Our first was a couple of months after we started dating.

If you have any ideas...tell me.

I found out a few days ago that my 18-year-old cousin is in rehab. Talk about a genetic pre-disposition, or whatever the fuck it's called. Now that's my dad (alcoholic), my twin brother (addict/alcoholic), me (addict/alcoholic), my big brother (mainly alcoholic), and now my cousin. My little sister is the only one that escaped it. So far, at least. I hope that won't change.

I think a lot of it is just his parents freaking out. From what I've seen, he doesn't have that big of a problem, but a problem is a problem, I guess. I shouldn't justify it or make excuses. He has a problem, don't get me wrong...I don't know. They freaked out and threatened to send him to rehab a few years ago, when they found out he smoked pot. So I don't know if this is just another instance like that or if he really does have a problem that needs to be taken care of. But better to get it under control sooner than later, I suppose. I know he uses drugs, and I know he uses them regularly, but I think he's still at that point of being able to make himself stop, if he wanted to...which I don't think he does yet.

If he does have/develop a problem, I feel partially responsible. I didn't get him into drugs, but I didn't help with it, either. A few years ago, my brother and I were both pretty heavily into drinking/drugs. Me, especially. My cousin was this little sophomore stoner at the time, and he was at our house quite often, so he was exposed to all of that shit. He had done it before, but it became more regular at that point.

I don't know. As much as I should see a problem with it, I don't think there's anything wrong with a little experimentation when you're young, as long as you keep it under control. But I obviously can't practice what I preach, so I guess I'm not one to talk.

What else has happened since I updated like two weeks ago? Hmmm

Oh. I came close to beating the shit out of some kid. He was disrespecting my little sister, and I don't put up with that shit. So, I saw the kid and confronted him. He started talking shit and got in my face, so I got back in his. He shoved me, so I pinned him against a wall and was about ready to punch him in his fucking face but my sister stopped me. It's a good thing she did, too. Part of me wanted to fight him though. Fucking 22 year old should have no business whatsoever with my 17-year-old little sister.

I don't know what else to write about.

Um...Jenny is doing well, so that's good. She hasn't been quite as moody this week. Haha. Her due date is less than two months away now. And still, no name. We haven't really even been thinking about it lately...but we need to. This kid already has more clothes than he'll ever be able to wear...Jenny goes a bit crazy with that stuff. It's cool though. I'm excited.


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