Holy Hell

My dad really knows how to ruin a good time.

I was at his place this past weekend. He drove me home, and for the most part, we had some good conversation...until halfway through the drive. Somehow, he changed the subject to how he and my mother met. If that isn't an awkward conversation waiting to happen, I don't know what is. The fact that they've been divorced for the last...12 or 13 years...made it a bit more awful. I really wish I would've told him to stop talking. Oh boy.

So he starts saying stuff about how leaving her, me, and my sister was the worst thing he'd ever done, and he'd change it if he could. Was that supposed to make me feel better? It's been 13 years, I've dealt with it. He just likes opening old wounds, I suppose. Next time I see him, I'll try to have a good laugh about it...

The worst part about it is he's getting remarried in 2 months. I'm not really sure what to think at this point. Sigh. Oh, teh dramas.

Welp. I s'pose I gotta work on my fan fiction again real soon. O JOY. Let's see how that works out.