Apr 12, 2007 23:47
~.: I want it to be a love story. You could make a movie or a book out of it. Graduation is so far away, and I have so many plans for my life that don't and can't start until then. Getting an apartment with Layne, getting a car, finding a real job .... maybe flying across the country to meet someone I never have before (or at least halfway). Four years is a long time, right? I'm not the only one of us who feels like this, right? There's some small hope, right?
~.: These hormones suck. My need for close physical contact sucks. My wanting for straight answer- that also sucks. But I'm doing the best I can, I guess.
~.: And thank God Rebeka has got some glimmer of hope in her life. I talked to her mom though and no wonder Rebeka feels like she does- Lisa refuses to take responsibility.
"Um .... I'm worried about Rebeka. She's told me things like she's hurting herself and like .... she wants- she wants to kill herself."
"Well, just keep talking to her. Keep encouraging her and make sure she knows that I love her and that I want to understand her. I'll try to be more understanding, you keep talking to her."
~.: No. You talk to her. She is your daughter. I'm already way in over my head. Yes, you recognize Rebeka is acting out because she wants attention. Then give her that attention. Give her some stability. Stop sending mixed signals to her and leave Chuck and give her the stability and the affection she needs. It has nothing to do with you working and everything to do with the fact that you aren't paying attention to her. She's starving for your love and you pass the buck to me who is 20 years younger than you, who has had enough role reversal issues as it is. I can help, and would love to, yes, but I will not raise your daughter.
wtf,
guh,
"thing"