Dear Diary

Dear Diary - 7

July 31st, 2018

A whole month has gone past, since that day. Well sort of. Dad divorced mum, mum is sad. She's really upset, and Alex had to take care of Layla with me helping because mum had locked herself in her room after losing some things in court. She could still have the house, the car, and still had custody of us, dad did abandon us. But I feel nothing. I don't know what she lost thought, maybe the money for helping us, I have no clue. Maybe she lost dad, maybe that's it. Yeh, mum has locked herself in her room for now almost a week, and Alex had been cooking us pasta for the past week too, but at least he knows how to change everything, chicken pasta on Monday, sausages on Tuesday and Wednesday, spaghetti on Thursday, noodles on Friday, and tonight I think we are having lasagna. At least he can cook, I'm sure that when he has a girlfriend she will love him, I've always heard my mum say get yourself a man that can cook and do the dishes, they're a keeper. Perfect Husband material. Dad never cooked. 

now I know what she meant, a man that cooks for his family shows that he cares about feeding his family, no dad would always try to find an excuse to not cook or give excuses like he has work responsibilities, he stops showing up to dinner after a while, until mum finally got the courage to confront him about it, only for him to throw the divorce papers at her. She was seething and crying at the same time that day. 

After dinner, I had help Alex with Layla. she wanted mum to read a bedtime story but mum hadn't been really present. I was worried about mum. I read the bedtime story. I like caring for my little sister, it was nice, I knew how to care for a baby too since we had been learning something at schools about babies, it was only for a week-long, It was to give us an idea on what option to chose on later, to study on later. We said nothing at school about our mother not caring for us, Alex had explained that if we did we will be placed in other families, and perhaps won't even be together for it. we could be separated and going to dad wasn't an option, they already had two children; one had just been born about a month ago, now I know where the business meeting was, at the hospital caring for that homewrecker. Dad wouldn't take us in any way. He had just said he didn't want the children when they divorce, said mum could have the house and the cars, but he wouldn't help her with money, that was one thing he fought for at the court. the fact that he didn't want to financially help us was upsetting. I hope karma bites him in the bum. 

sigh, dear diary, I hope I'm not exhausting you too much with all this venting. 

Mia xx