... or a nightmare?
(see previous entry)
...
It didn't happen.
Don't feel like going into great detail right now.
It 'didn't happen' on Thursday, and it's now Monday, so, probably not likely to get into it any time soon...
Basically I was both excited and terrified, and fear won out in the end.
So I've got this wireless internet that I don't need, and can't afford. My relationship with my father is strained once again. And we were doing so well... Neither of us have had a remotely 'good' week though, we'll no doubt be fine again before long. (I did invite him over and cook dinner last night, for Father's Day. I rarely cook, and even rarer do I volunteer to cook.)
I'm fine if I don't think about it, which worries me slightly. Seems to be my method of coping: eh, ignore it and it'll go away. Obviously it doesn't just go away, or I'd be in Melbourne by now. But...
Oh, and the car went in for a service, and basically broke something that would be more expensive to fix than a 'new' (cheap second-hand) car. The money for selling the car as scrap metal just about covers the work the mechanic did before it buggered up. So we're not out-of-pocket over the whole mess, but we don't have a car either.
That's more detail than I'd intended. Not all though, I don't want to think about the rest.
...
It didn't happen.
Don't feel like going into great detail right now.
It 'didn't happen' on Thursday, and it's now Monday, so, probably not likely to get into it any time soon...
Basically I was both excited and terrified, and fear won out in the end.
So I've got this wireless internet that I don't need, and can't afford. My relationship with my father is strained once again. And we were doing so well... Neither of us have had a remotely 'good' week though, we'll no doubt be fine again before long. (I did invite him over and cook dinner last night, for Father's Day. I rarely cook, and even rarer do I volunteer to cook.)
I'm fine if I don't think about it, which worries me slightly. Seems to be my method of coping: eh, ignore it and it'll go away. Obviously it doesn't just go away, or I'd be in Melbourne by now. But...
Oh, and the car went in for a service, and basically broke something that would be more expensive to fix than a 'new' (cheap second-hand) car. The money for selling the car as scrap metal just about covers the work the mechanic did before it buggered up. So we're not out-of-pocket over the whole mess, but we don't have a car either.
That's more detail than I'd intended. Not all though, I don't want to think about the rest.