Am I getting caught up?

Robert, I am finally on a letter you sent me yesterday. It still seems like old news though because I talked with you. I am here waiting for you to request to talk with me. Tim: I think your suspicions were correct, and you warned me just as my mother would have done. In a lot of ways you are like my mom, except you are a guy and you aren't as naive as she is. My mother was brought up in a bubble, she doesn't know what anything means. You are also right about others trying to lead us away from each other AFTER we are married. Hopefully this will decline after time. I watch my dad now and I don't think the idea ever crossed his mind. It might have when they were engaged, or MAYBE when they were first married, but I doubt it. I love the devotion that my parents have towards each other and their relationship and I want to build the same foundation with you. That is why when Tim is around it makes me feel uncomfortable because I know that he is trying. It isn't hard to not take his invitations, but it disturbs me that he would even try. I hope that we won't have to encounter any more of this kind. I think once the adversary knows that we won't stray from one another he won't make much of an attempt. I love you and I will always be by your side, and no one else's. I hope you know this and not just hope that I am and always will be faithful to you. Thank you for answering the finance questions, I printed them out so I can go home and start on my budget. I am not sure how I am supposed to budget a wedding into this. I will probably call my mom for this. Actually I will call her when I only have a few minutes and then I will have her call me back an hour later so it will be on their bill. It is almost four, I wonder if you are around and just waiting for me to send something to you so you know if I am here. I tried talking to you, but you were not on the machine. I am going to send this to you and start on more mail. I hope you can call me soon, I have a math class at 5:00 and it is now 4:00. Eternally yours, Wanda