AN: Inspired by lyrics from "Letters To You" by Finch.
The house was quiet now, Dad having finished whatever he had been up to upstairs and gone to bed. I wondered if he had been able to fall asleep quickly or if he had spent time wondering about what tomorrow would bring. By this time tomorrow night it wouldn't just be me and Dad - Carole and Finn would officially be apart of our lives. Granted, they had been now for awhile but after the wedding tomorrow we would all be in the new house and a part of each other's lives twenty-four/seven.
As soon as my head had hit my pillow, my thoughts had gone to our last attempt at sharing a house and the things that Finn and I had said, and in some cases yelled, at one another. Did our future hold only more of that or could we learn to get along? I knew Dad was annoyed with Finn once again for not standing up for me at school the way dad thought he should. I wasn't sure who was right on that account. I could understand where Dad was coming from as well as understand the position that Finn was in. One thing was for sure, any future issues arising wouldn't be solved by the simple solution of kicking Finn out of the house.
My mind raced with the many thoughts, memories and scenarios that were running through it. I knew sleep wasn't going to come, and finally I gave up trying. Climbing from my bed I walked over to the one suitcase of belongings that was still in my room. Opening it, I pulled a blue spiral notebook out from underneath the sweat pants I had packed it under. Retrieving a pen from my nearby backpack, I flipped past the pages that had already been written on to a blank page. Though I hadn't done this since my Dad had been in the hospital, I needed the release tonight. I needed to be able to express my thoughts to someone whom I knew would never judge me.
Dear Mom,
Dad's getting married again tomorrow. I'd like to think that makes you happy - knowing that he's moving on with his life and that he's happy. And he is happy Mom, even I can see that and Carol is a wonderful person. She's a caring person and has shown me nothing but kindness. She's easy to talk to, and as I don't have you any more, it's nice to talk to someone about my feelings who can understand and sympathize with me. Dad tries but it's just not the same . . .