It's like Barry White swallowing wasps...
Um. I'm officially confused. Would my parents kindly like to tell just *WHAT* exactly is goin' down?
First my step-mum tells me that her and my father are finito. And then, I get home from town at about 5pm yesterday, and there's Dad, bumming around the place with Henry and Rose, happy as Larry, acting as if nothing's amiss at all.
I go out to the movies, get back at around 10.30, and discover the paternal unit, lying on his favourite beanbag in the lounge, watching Love, Actually. I watch the end with him, we have a good laugh at Bill Nighy, at then we both go to bed.
Today, he is still around. We had lunch together at home, then he takes the kids swimming. I get back from church, and find him and Jane discussing plans for Christmas and for us to go to Taupo in January.
Jane still looks miserable as hell. The kids don't seem any the wiser. I tried to confront Dad about it, and he answered by storming out of the room. He's still his usual self- hassling me about my taste in music, and trying to get me to load the dishwasher properly, and laughing like a maniac at Top Gear. Completely normal.
WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON, GUYS???????????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Was going to make this an emo entry, but I'm tired, so sue me. Although, I am going to be moving out. I mean it this time. I can't nose-dive again. Mum and Bill are back from Melbourne on Tuesday, and we're going to try and scout out some one bedroom units around the place. We'll see. Either way, I want out.
I'm a terrible person.
buzzy_bee_nz- your CDs are DONE! Posting tomorrow, along with choccy.
26 days...
First my step-mum tells me that her and my father are finito. And then, I get home from town at about 5pm yesterday, and there's Dad, bumming around the place with Henry and Rose, happy as Larry, acting as if nothing's amiss at all.
I go out to the movies, get back at around 10.30, and discover the paternal unit, lying on his favourite beanbag in the lounge, watching Love, Actually. I watch the end with him, we have a good laugh at Bill Nighy, at then we both go to bed.
Today, he is still around. We had lunch together at home, then he takes the kids swimming. I get back from church, and find him and Jane discussing plans for Christmas and for us to go to Taupo in January.
Jane still looks miserable as hell. The kids don't seem any the wiser. I tried to confront Dad about it, and he answered by storming out of the room. He's still his usual self- hassling me about my taste in music, and trying to get me to load the dishwasher properly, and laughing like a maniac at Top Gear. Completely normal.
WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON, GUYS???????????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Was going to make this an emo entry, but I'm tired, so sue me. Although, I am going to be moving out. I mean it this time. I can't nose-dive again. Mum and Bill are back from Melbourne on Tuesday, and we're going to try and scout out some one bedroom units around the place. We'll see. Either way, I want out.
I'm a terrible person.
buzzy_bee_nz- your CDs are DONE! Posting tomorrow, along with choccy.
26 days...