Snickers Satisfies.

[nfotxn]

There certainly is some fucked up satisfaction in seeing your divorced parents get on like best friends after 15 years of separation. We sit in the living room eating ice cream and maple flavoured Caramilk bars. I feel like Mike Myers in So I Married An Axe Murderer as my British parents describe the complex fudgey flavours as if it were a fine wine.

So this is what it's like? You grow up with one parent and dream about what it'd be like to have your real Dad around with your Mom. And then it finally happens in a weird way. Geeze, all that therapy with flakey social workers for this? For chocolate bars?

Some kind of fucked up satisfaction indeed.

As you may have gathered my Dad is over visiting from Scotland again. Which is cool 'cause it means he buys dinner and pays for stuff. Plus we geek out a bit and damn, you figure we're actually establishing some sort of worthwhile relationship? It's still a bit tepid, to be honest. But I don't want to, you know, hit him anymore.

This is good, this is progress.

Comments

[backawayslowly.livejournal.com]

Huzzah for progress, then!

[estudioso.livejournal.com]

I totally can relate to you on this thing, though my parents aren't close friends and the time span in getting them together without starting to recrimitate to each other have been only around 25 years! lol. Still it's odd seeing my parents together, like (and I don't know if this happens to you) I just can't understand how such two different characters got together in the first place, man.