Shopping..my favorite

[basspunk]

I went shopping today for my dress for Melanies wedding. Its black and red and 50's style with polka dots and a big black bow. I'm happy. But when I was trying it on all my scars showed and my stepmom gave me a really hard time about it. She doesn't even care about me...she just wanted to make sure I'd be wearing a shawl so her family doesn't know that I have a problem. They treat it like its nothing...my dad is always like: "We're going to have to talk about this one day" and we never do. Not that I want to. Thats the last thing...I just want them to want to talk about it. I want them to acknowledge that I'm sick. It wont be that hard to take care of me...I know thats what they are scared of. It's easier to pretend sometimes...even I have to admit to that. Can't really blame them I guess.
Peace
Claire