Life sucks. I bet you want to know why I said that extremely pessimistic phrase; so here's the back story. My Mum and dad got divorced when I was about 3 years old. So I was forced to move to America with my Mum. When I was 14 I moved to England to live with my Dad. Apparently my Mum 'couldn't afford to pay the rent with me living in the apartment as well'. Ha! Yeah right! The truth was she had a new boyfriend- Matt. He hated kids. He thought I wasn't 'good' for his 'reputation'. He auditioned for American idol like 5 times, and each time they said no, he can't cook, he smells like a week old worn out gym sock and he thinks my name is Rosaline. What the hell?
Anyway, where was I.? Oh yeah, so Mum decided to ship me off to England to live with my Dad. I guess it's good for me to go live with my Dad, get to know him better, but I missed my Mum like crazy. I could talk to her about absolutely anything. For the first few nights she called me everyday, but then they started getting less frequent. Now though I would be lucky if she even liked pictures of me on Facebook.
That's why I was so shocked to see her in my house drinking coffee with my dad when I came home from school today