froodle | (no subject)

So the Hen finally moved out on Friday. I thought I would be relieved when he left, because it would cut down on the constant fucking drama around here, but actually I felt pretty sick and guilty about the whole situation. Of course, moving out didn't stop him coming back the next night and henning and penning around for a few hours, so a) does't seem like much is going to change and b) I feel annoyed enough fo it to overwhelm any residual guilt or empathy I might have felt.

And today I went 'round to a friends' house after work, and it turned out the reason she hasn't been returning anyones' calls recently is because her dad just got fifteen months for possession of child pornography, so I pretty much take that as the universe telling me to get the fuck over myself, because let's face it, at least my dad's not in jail for kiddie porn. So... yay, I guess.