In the past few months two of my friends have lost their Dads. One committed suicide and the other died from heart attack: both were in their forties. Although I wasn’t really good friends with either of their families and had never met either man it really took it’s toll on me.
This summer will mark four years since my parents split up. Before that I had wonderful relationships with both of them. Although I live with her, my connection with my mother has suffered the most. This has been primarily because I have not agreed with many of her decisions since leaving my Dad. The majority of these is her selection of men who almost always fall into one (or more) of the following categories:
Dumb—so many with minimal or at least no appearance of any proper schooling.
And most recently: married.
I did not have this issue with my Dad until recently. My Dad lived in a different state for the first year following the divorce but now lives about an hour and a half away from where I live now. He makes a lot of effort to visit my sister and I…almost on a weekly basis. Until this past January he had no interest in remarriage or even in dating. Wendy came into his life suddenly and gained such significance for him in just a few short weeks. I was honestly worried that he was choosing her for the wrong reason: the primary one being that he just didn’t want to be alone.
I was not impressed the first time I met her, although she seemed nice enough. Mid-March, just two months into their relationship my Dad called me with the news that he had asked her to marry him and she had accepted.
Honestly, I locked up.
I wanted to be happy, but instead I was confused, frustrated and worried. I wanted to demand of him, “What do the hell do you think you’re doing??” or “You don’t even know her!” or even “Why didn’t you tell me first?!” But I held my tongue and managed a, “I’m so happy for you!” Because I was, really. Just why so soon? He continued by telling me the wedding would be in late May…
I wanted so badly to tell him how overwhelming this was for me. Not because he was with someone but because I barely knew her. Because HE barely knew her.
But even if I think they’re being irrational. Even if I think my mom has a poor taste in men. Shouldn’t I just be happy they’re here with me? It doesn’t matter how much they get on your nerves, how many times they hurt you, how many stupid words are said: they’ll always love you. Until their last breath.
So don’t judge them or give them a hard time. Let them know what they mean to you. Let them know you love them while you can.
it takes me like 3 days to wake up in the morning
oh my god
fucking fandom references
WHAT FANDOM? THE JESUS FANDOM?
THEY PREFER THE TERM CHRISTIANITY
This is the post that killed me
….You realize, of course, that Hermione Granger lit a teacher on fire when she was eleven, and kept a person alive in a jar for a year when she was fourteen, and studies dark and forbidden magics for kicks, and is one of the brightest and strongest witches of her era. If she came at me, even wandless, I would aparate to Neptune to get away from her.
Hermione Granger also:
- punched Draco Malfoy in the nose for being an idiot
- purposefully performed a confundus charm on whatshsface WHILE HE WAS FLYING just so Ron would win (omfg that is so fucking dangerous)
- literally pulled a fucking Bourne Identity on her parents and managed to set them up in fucking Australia (jesus christ she literally made it so that she NEVER EXISTED wtf that’s so fucking 007)
- Convinced the Ministry of Magic to give her an incredibly dangerous and volatile device that allowed her to ALTER TIMELINES COMPLETELY (just because she was so smart, literally, that is the reason, her “potential”)
- Has enough basic survival skills and badass magic to literally disappear to the middle of nowhere and flourish AND figure out Voldemort’s plot with Harry
- Hermione also figures out not only what Voldemort’s plan is, but generally how to beat it, WAY BEFORE VOLDEMORT EVER DOES. Why? because she is just that much smarter and better at magic than everybody else
in conclusion: Voldemort wishes he could be as awesome as Hermione, that’s why he wants to kill her so bad.
Can we rehave this series with hermione as the protagonist.
Hermione Granger and “That Time I Used the Power of Research and Deductive Reasoning to Make Sure Harry Didn’t Die”
Hermione Granger and “That time I figured shit out and literally ended up petrified for the cause and it took my friends weeks to figure out that I had the research on me”
Hermione Granger and “That Time I Was a Time Lord”
Hermione Granger and “That Time I Realized I was Hot and Smart and Saved Harry’s Ass with Research. Again. All the Time. Really, He Would Have Died Without Me.”
Hermione Granger and “That time Harry was too emo to actually do shit so I did shit in his name because I am the power behind the throne clearly also PS fought evil deatheaters and won”
Hermione Granger and “That Time I told Harry about the Dangers of Copying off Somebody’s else’s work that wasn’t mine and OH LOOK I WAS RIGHT”
Hermione Granger and “That Time I let Harry Decide Where to Go and What To do and we ended up wandering the forests of dean for like 5 months before saving his ass at Hogwarts”
OH LOOK I WAS RIGHT
all of the above ^^
Someone please open a ‘cat cafe’ near my office like the ones they have in Japan. Visitors get to order coffee, tea and pastries and hang out with cats. Heaven.
My dream is to do this and save all the kitties in my area. People can come drink coffee and play with kitties who would have been killed in shelters. How amazing would that be?!