Incidentally, this one particular infuriating mess of a human being keeps threatening not to come home for Christmas. She moved out again this October. She isn’t here to be pissed off at me for stealing her all her food and clothes like the careless self indulgent bastard that I am, and I’m upset about it.

Her life, her specific life, E’s life – is beautiful and chaotic and a little scary and it is also well and truly her own life, right now, for maybe the first time, and it’s good to watch her work through that. I’m proud of who she’s becoming.

I understand needing to get away.