January 30
Dear Diary,
Well, Carol, Dad, Jackson, and I went out to dinner tonight and I was rude, as dad says. Here's some dialogue from when she knocked on the door.
Carol: Why hello, Miley, how are you?
Me: I'd be better if you weren't here.
Carol: Well, I'm sorry you don't like me…but
Me: You can't replace my mom!
Carol: I'm not trying to! Miley, it's not my fault that the guy I like was married before, and that his wife died. I'm sorry about that, but it isn't my fault.
Me: Well that doesn't mean I have to like you.
Carol: No, it doesn't, but I wish you would try.
Me: Whatever.
(Then my dad came down stairs and Carol and I stopped talking.)
Dad confronted me later and made me promise to try to get along with Carol, so for the rest of the night I just took the frown off my face and left one of those "I'm tired of this" looks on my face, but I didn't say anything to Carol. I still think that's better than saying something rude to her though.