Dear journal,
I told my mom about how rude he was. She told me not to mind it the least and that he's a friend who'll help us.
With what?
I'm starting to think all over again that she really doesn't care, and here I thought she was actually minding our home but it was actually just to impress someone.
She had a visitor yesterday so I had to wear this itchy, small tuxedo, a gift from my dad on my 10th b-day and actually have dinner with him. There was nothing to say about him other than he was a mean jerk.
You have no idea how much I tried to stop myself from standing up and yell at him because of his words! He actually insulted my dad's work at the office infront of mom and me....? Why would he do that?! THATS NOT NICE I HATE HIM
But mom held my hand while he did so, which actually calmed me just a little bit...
The sigh of relief after he left was great. I started to glare and shut my mouth after what seemed like centuries of fake smiling and small talks. Mom just frowned at me and hugged me. But I didnt hug back, I'm sorry mom.
I want dad here.
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