...sucky real life
So, as I just mentioned in my latest Hanafurirou post, translation helps me get my mind off sucky real life stuff. And it's true. Writing and crochet do, too. And podcasts, and anime, and drama cds... and anything that keeps my mind from wandering to its own thoughts.
I'm not going to go into details, since I've managed to keep myself from tears for several whole days now, and I'd like to keep it that way. The short version is... we had to give Kia, the new doggy, back to the shelter on Monday. There was a nasty fight Sunday night. Mom and I just couldn't take more of it (especially the thought of either Kia or Zora getting seriously hurt one of these times). Dad, the idiotic asshole with no fucking brains that he is, just made it all worse, and there was no way we could get him to stop. So we took her back, even though she was an absolute sweetheart. It wasn't fair to her, or Zora.
I blame Dad, not the dogs, and at the moment I never plan on forgiving him. Ever. (As if I didn't have enough reasons to hate him these days...)
The end. >_
I'm not going to go into details, since I've managed to keep myself from tears for several whole days now, and I'd like to keep it that way. The short version is... we had to give Kia, the new doggy, back to the shelter on Monday. There was a nasty fight Sunday night. Mom and I just couldn't take more of it (especially the thought of either Kia or Zora getting seriously hurt one of these times). Dad, the idiotic asshole with no fucking brains that he is, just made it all worse, and there was no way we could get him to stop. So we took her back, even though she was an absolute sweetheart. It wasn't fair to her, or Zora.
I blame Dad, not the dogs, and at the moment I never plan on forgiving him. Ever. (As if I didn't have enough reasons to hate him these days...)
The end. >_