You know when your best friends texts you, “Hey, how has things been since your dad came back?” about a week after you caught up with her, something is off. Apparently a passing remark of mine over dinner that night struck her and stayed with the girl for the rest of the week, before she upped and asked me.
That’s the thing, me and her just have this inherent feel for each other’s feels that I love and appreciate. She is, after all, the one and only outside family that I’ve truly let in.
Yesterday marked twenty two years that my folks have been together. Twenty two. It’s a long time, certainly longer than I’ve been alive (which is the a la natural thing to do, I know, but some days I just feel old and ancient and worthy of a museum display, ok?). Things have been alright, truly, but a bit here and a bit there of butting of heads will all accummulate one day. I’m anticipating it, but I know I can’t worry about it. I know most days they are trying their best in this cohabitation deal and I keep it at the back of my mind… always (trying my best to) remind myself that things could be so much worse, but they aren’t, at least not yet.