So I just got home from having lunch with Dad. It was the first time we've seen each other in months. Last time we got together was Christmas day. As always, it was filled with awkward silences and awkward smiles and awkward conversations and an awkward hug after awkward everything.
Highlight of the lunch date: He remembered my birthday.
I honestly thought he'd forget about it...again. So I was a little more than surprised that he brought it up and asked me what I wanted. I said I didn't really want anything (except maybe your love and support and basically, I want our family to be complete again and for you to change and just for everything to finally get better and I really wish you the best even though I hate you but love you all the same). Cue in awkward silence and then he hands me a wad of cash. Great, Dad. Just what I wanted. Money. Of course, knowing you, I should've expected this to happen. Buying my love and all that shit.
Sigh. Sorry if I sound like a heartless little bitch. It's just that my dad was a heartless little asshole to my mom and life's just sad and hard because of him.
On the contrary, I'm buying the Sherlock album with this money.
And I am so glad I got through this morning.
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