Right then...
Ok, scratch what I wrote yesterday about my Dad and step-mum.
They are splitting.
I go over to have dinner with Mum and Bill this evening, and Jane calls my mother about 7pm in a state of mild distress. Turns out my Dad has "made an announcement" to the family, and it's looking pretty definite that he's going to be moving out this time. No-one has told me the nature of this "announcement", since both Mum and Jane reckon it's best I hear it straight from Dad himself. But I think I know the deal. He's done it again. I just know it.
Jane's up at the beach house for the night. The kids are at home with Dad. I'm staying over at Mum's tonight. Guess I'll have to go home tomorrow and get it all over with.
Flat-hunting will commence again shortly.
I don't think it's quite hit me yet. It will tomorrow. Good thing I didn't postpone my appointment for this Friday. Praise God I actually decided at the last minute to go over to Mum's so I could be away from it, even just for a day.
Y'know, things were actually going well. I was feeling semi-decent about this life business; I was feeling positive and excited about the future for the first time in bloody yonks. And I honestly, honestly believed Dad and Jane were going to make it. That our family was going to make it. That this wouldn't have to happen again.
Knew it was all too good to last.
*deep breath* It'll be ok. Just be a good girl, trust in God, go to work tomorrow, keep going forward with the plans, don't O-D on the chocolate, keep it up with Jasmine, and stay away from the box-cutters. Cos box-cutters are bad, kids.
When Jane first rang, my first thought was, "Oh shit, Rose has relapsed". It gets like that after a while. You assume things. But she's ok. She and Henry are safe, and that's one good thing.
Don't die, little princess; not yet. Not until I can get up at your 21st and make a super-goodly humiliating speech at least...
Jane told Mum to tell me that she loves me very much. I love my family, too...
Shit, this is going to suck.
They are splitting.
I go over to have dinner with Mum and Bill this evening, and Jane calls my mother about 7pm in a state of mild distress. Turns out my Dad has "made an announcement" to the family, and it's looking pretty definite that he's going to be moving out this time. No-one has told me the nature of this "announcement", since both Mum and Jane reckon it's best I hear it straight from Dad himself. But I think I know the deal. He's done it again. I just know it.
Jane's up at the beach house for the night. The kids are at home with Dad. I'm staying over at Mum's tonight. Guess I'll have to go home tomorrow and get it all over with.
Flat-hunting will commence again shortly.
I don't think it's quite hit me yet. It will tomorrow. Good thing I didn't postpone my appointment for this Friday. Praise God I actually decided at the last minute to go over to Mum's so I could be away from it, even just for a day.
Y'know, things were actually going well. I was feeling semi-decent about this life business; I was feeling positive and excited about the future for the first time in bloody yonks. And I honestly, honestly believed Dad and Jane were going to make it. That our family was going to make it. That this wouldn't have to happen again.
Knew it was all too good to last.
*deep breath* It'll be ok. Just be a good girl, trust in God, go to work tomorrow, keep going forward with the plans, don't O-D on the chocolate, keep it up with Jasmine, and stay away from the box-cutters. Cos box-cutters are bad, kids.
When Jane first rang, my first thought was, "Oh shit, Rose has relapsed". It gets like that after a while. You assume things. But she's ok. She and Henry are safe, and that's one good thing.
Don't die, little princess; not yet. Not until I can get up at your 21st and make a super-goodly humiliating speech at least...
Jane told Mum to tell me that she loves me very much. I love my family, too...
Shit, this is going to suck.