F all y’all.
I skipped blogging on Friday; I’ve been chasing happiness, so I avoided this.
Good news?
I started piano lessons.The teacher was a bit silver foxxy, so Katie Hug suggested I search him up. His online photos are all done in the glow of stained-glass windows—Classic praise teammate. He is alive with the holy spirit. This should be funny.
I bought a new electric guitar. It’s retro, salmon colored, and has a cool cutout.
Lily seems fine. We signed her back up for Girl Scouts. She decided to take a break from Softball to practice independently. She isn’t big on discussing her feelings.
Bad news?
I broke my bed frame. Turns out I cannot body slam into it every time I lie down. WEAK.
Avery confessed he’s been secretly texting Bong for several months. The two made a bro pact swearing off sex with me. Avery was devistated that Bong would betray his trust in hot pursuit of getting his rocks off, which I find hilarious. Scorpion & Frog.
My boss asked me if I got rich and said I “should pay off [my] mortgage, then find a job [I] really like.” I suppose he wanted to make sure I didn’t upend my entire life for no reason, but the timing felt pretty awful.
Dad has not spoken to me since a week before you died. He was angry with me for being “an asshole child” by not accepting his guidance. He wanted me to force Lily to be in dance lessons at the same place Will’s children dance, in hopes that we could be closer. The flaws in this plan are that
Lily doesn’t like dance, which makes that a waste of time and money.
His and my children are not the same age group nor experience level, so they wouldn’t be in the same class.
If Will wanted to see us more, he would. He would invite us to birthday parties, holidays, dinner, coffee? Normal shit. Dad hasn’t been exposed to “if he wanted to, he would” theory enough.
Dad was also sure to tell me what a disappointment I am as a single mother and how messed up it is to make Avery raise someone else’s kid. I did not sleep on the chance to point out how he made you raise two other peoples’ children.
I suppose I get the last laugh because I snitched him out to Sue, and she is sure to roast him for his shitty behavior.
