May 31, 2008 17:17
of course i get a letter in the mail from him the night after my freak-out.
so goes life.
it's typed, which means Karma wrote it.
this infuriates me.
dated like a business letter, with the word "love" missing before "dad"
even the envelope is typed to "hide" the fact that my dad can't even write a simple note.
but i'll take what i can get.
he wants us to see a counselor.
i agree that it is the neutral environment we need.
horrible memories of therapy during the divorce have made me skeptical, but i know this is the only way we can start over.
i'm not holding anything back this time.
wow.
this should be interesting.
i would like a margarita the size of my head.