June 4th, 2012

I'm struggling right now because I want to make this perfect. It means more to me than almost anything else but I'm finding it hard to get it to move smoothly. It's exactly a year and two hours since I last spoke to my dad. At around this time, I was crying and walking the dog with my mum, telling her I couldn't go home after how he'd treated me. After that, I walked across the village at 11pm or so and stayed at a family friend's for the night. When I returned home, he ignored me until we left and went to stay at our friend's for a few days because we couldn't handle being around him. Six days from now it'll be the year mark since we moved back into the house, changed the locks, and kicked him out for good. I have no plans to talk to him ever again because he really, really doesn't deserve it. I can't explain how much this day means to me and at the same time I've more or less just thrown it away. Maybe that was the best way to handle it and yeah ok I think I'll just stop now.