Digging
*For some reason all of the dates on my journal are off by a month. How the hell do I got about fixing this?*
Friday
As I clamber up into my fathers very large, and very unessesary pick up truck, my step mother gets in throught the drivers side. She places herself in the middle seat almost effortlessly. It's 9am and already the heat has us in it's grip, suffocating everything.
My dad eventually meets up with us and cranks the AC, The air outside feels very nice after a drive to Mastic in a fucking ice box. We are driving to Mastic this morning so my father and his Oblivious Bride can purchase cheap ciggaretts in mass quantity. As we drive past Joe's street a jolt of sadness passes through me. As fast as I notice it, it's gone. Though brief, I still wonder why that would happen.
After visiting the reservation the three of us make a trip to CVS then head back to Patchogue. I was with them for two hours. They made only empty, polite conversation. They cant possibly be so blind to the world...can they?
It baffles me! It infuriates and depresses me!
And strangely enough I don't really care. If he is truly happy with Her - then I can be happy for him.
I mourned over my parents divorce for a very long time. I hated both my parents for it. I'm done being sad about it. I have more important things that require my attention.