Falsehood

Entry #2 10/3/15

More on Diane, because I bet you're interested about her. She looks really young for her age, like, I don't think this woman has a single wrinkle. Okay, she's only thirty-two, but still. I know some twenty-year-olds who have more wrinkles than a pug's face. Back to Diane. When she adopted me, she was with another woman named Rose, and she was pretty cool I guess. I think I only liked her tattoos to be entirely honest. She had a lot of them, like, I swear her entire body was covered. Well, not her entire body, but, you get what I'm saying. She was bald too, but not because of any medical disorder or anything, but because she didn't want anything to hide behind and because she didn't want people to like her because of her hair. I thought that was pretty brave of her, but also that it was kind of ridiculous? Why do you need a reason to have your hair the way it is? Or, in her case, why do you need to explain why you're bald? She was around until I was seven. Diane kicked her out after finding out she was fucking the neighbour. Rose has kids now - a family. Two boys and a husband. Not the neighbour, no, he moved away three years ago and now a nice young couple lives there. I don't think Rose felt any actual feelings for him. He was just there for sex I suppose. Diane has had a few more lovers since then, but they don't stick around long. I think it's me that's driving them away. She insists I'm not the problem, but I have my doubts.

She doesn't have a stable job, and I don't think she ever will, but she's been holding this receptionist job she got back in January pretty well. She also took up two part-time jobs to help keep the roof over our heads, food on our table, and clothes on our backs. Diane keeps encouraging me to take up a part-time position just so I can have some cash to do whatever with, but I'm quite content with looking after the home while she's at work. She tries to play it cool, but, I know she's extremely stressed. You can see it. The bags under her eyes, the frantic behaviour - she started chewing her nails again.

Diane doesn't drink, she doesn't smoke, and she did marijuana once in her senior year of high school, but never again. She's never really gotten mad at me too, which is surprising because I'm kind of a shit disturber. I'm brutally honest and I hold nothing back. Like the time I told the neighbour that his lasagna tasted like feet and that the place mats looked terrible in the room. Who the hell uses bright blue place mats in a red kitchen? Someone colour-blind, obviously, but he's not. So, as an apology for my good taste, I bought him some black place mats to replace those disgusting rags on the table. I don't think he appreciated the gesture.