throw me a rope.
I was having a good week. The girls and I had a lot of fun together~! Like, Lisa bumped into a pillar while walking, I danced at a bus stop, Tati tried the octopus dance... I wanted to write a huge post here about this and everything else, because it was great and I miss them already, but--
but my father just had to talk about my graduation party, my mother, and how much he's going to suffer next week. fuck, as much as I love him and he's the person I want to be there the most, sometimes I feel like telling him not to go, if he thinks he can't ignore her presence for a couple of hours. It's been two years and a half since he moved out, their relationship had been terrible since I was nine years old or even before that and-- and-- I'm so frustrated, because at the same time that I understand his pain, it's just not-- UGH, I don't even know. I don't want to be at my own party anymore. It's gonna be a disaster, I'm pretty sure.
but my father just had to talk about my graduation party, my mother, and how much he's going to suffer next week. fuck, as much as I love him and he's the person I want to be there the most, sometimes I feel like telling him not to go, if he thinks he can't ignore her presence for a couple of hours. It's been two years and a half since he moved out, their relationship had been terrible since I was nine years old or even before that and-- and-- I'm so frustrated, because at the same time that I understand his pain, it's just not-- UGH, I don't even know. I don't want to be at my own party anymore. It's gonna be a disaster, I'm pretty sure.