So my mom and dad just recently decided to split up, and it’s been about 4 weeks that they havn’t been together.
So last night i went to a halloween party so that my mom would go [and my dad asked me if i could get her to go] and so we went and my mom started to feel really uncomfortable, so she went home and then when she walked out of the house she was in tears, and i asked her what was wrong and she said… “He promised me there wouldn’t be any drama” [and of course my dad had been drinking which is stupid in the first place cuz he knew this was going to be an emotionally trying time]. So after she left i saw him crying and tried to stay as far away from him as possible [ i know what yall are thinking that it’s crappy but my dad likes to suck me right into the middle of it] And then he walks up to me and says can we talk and i try to tell him i don’t want to right now, and that it’s not an appropriate time, and he starts saying “Why don’t you love me like you love your mom” and “You’re the missing link in this marriage you can fix this marriage” Putting me right smack dab in the middle of it! And it was just constant “I cant live anymore”
It’s crap that he says that to me any way [back ground info- I tried to commit suicide when i was 17 due to a rape that happened to me when i was 14] So suicide hits way too close to home for me. And while i do love my father, this is just too much for me. I keep telling him, Dad…stop talking about it to me. I love the fact that he is talking about it to other people, but not to me. It might sound selfish but i’m their daughter not their marriage counselor. I want to have my parents, and im willing to listen a little bit but he fishes for information out of me and he asks me personal things about my mom, and first off, he shouldn’t be doing that… and second off it’s not my place to tell personal business.
And the fact that he is telling me that im the one that is going to fix this marriage hurts, because i know that I cant fix it. The only reason i spend time with my mom is because she DOES NOT talk about it what so ever. She will slip up and say something and right away she’s like, “Oh im really sorry, that’s not something i should discuss with you”
Im just tired of playing mediator and counselor.
Im tired of being told i can fix something thats already broken.
UGHHHH
Anywho on a positive note i was in my bed room when the door bell rang this morning and all i had on was little booty shorts and i was like OH CRAP so i rushed to find some jeans and i did and slipped them on and then i was like WAIT A MINUTE … so it was my husband at the door and i was like babe, tell me what size pants these are, he goes “20’s” and i was SO SO HAPPY!!! WOOO! I’ve lost a pant’s size. They wouldn’t even button a month ago. J is so supportive like as soon as he said 20 he got the biggest grin on his face and said “You used to wear 22’s W” He said he’s very proud and gave me a hug :]
So that kind of made things a little better.
I have some costume pics from last night, I was a sexy robyn da hood. And I have a full body picture but i can definantly tell i’ve lost weight lol.
