I went over to Dad's house tonight to pick up my mom. They were having a really loud 'discussion' upstairs. Things happened, I got involved, I got yelled at and I usually could care less, but what he said really hurt this time for some reason.
I was really down, and talked about it to Ben a little. It didn't even really matter that he was talking like he was from 1930s England. It made it all seem like just another day. Made me feel like someone cared.
Proves that even the bad days can't end badly. <3
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