It’s a lazy Friday at the shop. I did laundry for my dad and myself, and life keeps getting curiouser.
It seems like, for me at least, control had to be taken away in order for me to see that I didn’t have as much control over things as I’d first thought.
I told my ex via email that my dad wants to speak with her, because he loves her like a daughter. I’m not sure what’s going to happen, but I did it because I love her (and my dad), not because I expect anything to happen.