Urgh. I could actually now say I hate Christmas. Except noy, obviously because that would upset my mum. Her and Hugh's "mini" fall out is now a big fall out.
I was told everything that's happened today on the way home from school but I've kind of forgotten bits of it 'cause I got so mad. Basically he still wants to go away for Christmas. We're not stopping him, but he still won't go. Apparently it's better for him to go off and do his thing, and for us to do whatever we want. Because whenever we go out we always have to come home in time for the rallying anyway. (If you were wondering, that was him having a dig at the way John is). I told mum to say, next time he says he wants to go away "well bugger off then". I've made a concious decision that if they haven't made up by Friday, and if he says it within my earshot that that is EXACTLY what I'm going to say. Well. Fuck Off would have been the words of choice, but again, that would upset my mum so it's better not to. I'm also revising the throwing a rock through his window plan. I might write "Merry Christmas" on it. You know. To be nice. My mum didn't bring me up to be rude or anything ;).
I don't see why they have to fall out every Christmas though. She says don't tell him what we're doing on Christmas day so I guess there's a chance it's going to be one of those Yay They Broke Up days. Until we get home and he shows up and she lets him back in of course. Where he will then inevitably bullshit for a while, then go back to being his "lovely" self. He's been being nice for a bit and she said she was really taken in by it this time, and that she felt safe with him and like he was going to stick around... then she looked like she was going to cry again, which upset me. And, you know. Made me mad. I love the fact that no one ever listens to me. I told her ages ago that this was going to happen but as usual, I had to give him a chance and be nice. The fact is, that if she had listened to me IN THE FIRST PLACE none of this would be happening, because they never would have got back together in the first place.
Hugh has to be the most selfish person I've ever met. He could have been a dad to us, he could have been a nice person.. then him and mum might have got married and then I'd have a proper dad. But instead we're stuck with him.. and my dad. By pole dancer loving (yes, new development) brothel going in fucker arsehole wanker TWAT father. And Hugh even has the nerve to say that he is sick of doing things for other people all the time. He never does anything for anyone else! His whole fucking life revolves around him and what he wants. None of it is about us otherwise we'd.. fuck it, I'D have a dad.
>:XX.
All men do
Is let you down.
I don't even feel that I'm generalising anymore.