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OK so the whole thing with Ian was resolved. He called me on Sunday and I pretty much just immediately burst into tears and he was just like don't cry and he was so great and he came right over and we talked about his trip for a while (actually over a really long period of time because we kept getting interrupted) and we went to the library and we went to his house and we watched Le Placard (so funny) and it's amazing how quickly Ian can make me forget about all my problems. The only thing is that my problems don't forget about me. So I went home at dinner time and of course this was the day that my dad was planning to finally talk to me about moving out, since that was the day he was going to do is. My mom told my dad that she would call him and tell him when my brother and I were both home so he could come home and talk to us, so when she did she got his voice mail. And that just pissed me off. I swear to GOD he doesn't care about ANYONE. I mean, come on, if he really wanted to talk to me, he wouldn't be gallavanting around town doing who knows what and he would be home. So I wanted to leave. And at first my mom didn't want me to go. But then I was like Oh, so even though my father hasn't taken any time over the past seventeen years to come talk to me, now that he finally wants to, I'M supposed to sit around and wait for him to be available. I swear to God the only reason he ever does anything is for purely selfish reasons. I bet the only reason he wanted to talk to me and my brother wasn't at all for our benefit, just so he could leave without a guilty conscience. Well know what? I WANT him to feel guilty. Until the day he dies I want him to feel terrible horrible heavy guilt for ever taking my family for granted. And then she let me leave. So I went back to Ian's house and did homework, and then I went home and slept. But all around it was a pretty good day. Love everybody!