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Father's day is upon us yet again and I have nada - zip - zero - zilch. No card nothing. Granted, his birthday was a few weeks ago, and I really feel like he's earned a card and a present for not forcing us to kill him for another year, but father's day? Hm. I'm working 1-5 so I'll actually be avoiding the bulk of the day. I plan to sleep through the beginning.
He leaves on Monday. And I'm happy. I remember when I was little it was cool when dad left because that meant we got to eat take out alot. I didn't really understand why, I just thought that eating more Pizza and McDonalds was a good thing. Now that isn't the appealing part, in fact I'm not even that fond of fast food anymore. Now it's just the pleasure of not having him around.
This is another reason I'm excited about moving out. No more him. At least, not on a 7 day a week basis. He'll still be around, as poor mom and vincent know.
I haven't really talked to mom about moving out yet, except for that one day. I've been holding out until dad leaves monday. I figure I can discuss it with her in a more controlled environment. She's gonna want a solid plan or idea about money and housing which I think I can do. I just have to keep telling myself - it's not a request, it's a heads up for what I'm doing. yes. I'm not asking her if I can move out, I'm telling her that I plan to and asking for help and advice in the process.
Yes.
*deep breath* I can do this.
Next week.
Actually, I have 3 weeks. We have three weeks together and she's always suggesting things we can do to my bedroom and I just smile because inside I'm like "don't bother, I'm getting the hell outta here in August!" But I don't say it. I think deep down inside I'm still afraid it won't happen. I don't think I'll believe it until Adrian and I start actively looking at apartments in the physical sense. Showing up and looking at rooms and leases. Then I might believe it.
Maybe.
He leaves on Monday. And I'm happy. I remember when I was little it was cool when dad left because that meant we got to eat take out alot. I didn't really understand why, I just thought that eating more Pizza and McDonalds was a good thing. Now that isn't the appealing part, in fact I'm not even that fond of fast food anymore. Now it's just the pleasure of not having him around.
This is another reason I'm excited about moving out. No more him. At least, not on a 7 day a week basis. He'll still be around, as poor mom and vincent know.
I haven't really talked to mom about moving out yet, except for that one day. I've been holding out until dad leaves monday. I figure I can discuss it with her in a more controlled environment. She's gonna want a solid plan or idea about money and housing which I think I can do. I just have to keep telling myself - it's not a request, it's a heads up for what I'm doing. yes. I'm not asking her if I can move out, I'm telling her that I plan to and asking for help and advice in the process.
Yes.
*deep breath* I can do this.
Next week.
Actually, I have 3 weeks. We have three weeks together and she's always suggesting things we can do to my bedroom and I just smile because inside I'm like "don't bother, I'm getting the hell outta here in August!" But I don't say it. I think deep down inside I'm still afraid it won't happen. I don't think I'll believe it until Adrian and I start actively looking at apartments in the physical sense. Showing up and looking at rooms and leases. Then I might believe it.
Maybe.