k, sick of this now. would like to .. uh 🙂 fly.
I get along fine with my father. I can answer questions about future plans, laugh at unfunny jokes and make my own and eye contact. he hugs me goodnight and I don’t mind. he’s said “I love you,” at least once (although I said nothing).
we met his fiance today, although we wouldn’t know it if we hadn’t overheard her talking to Kaye, his cousin, about trying to find an engagement ring. she’s very nice.
k, I have to say it. when I glanced at photographs of her around the house I initially thought they were of me. she looks a lot like me. made scarier than it really is because she today was wearing all black, though she said she doesn’t usually.