I'm sorry if that sounds like I'm wallowing in self pity or something, because that's not true. The fact that you have to rely on yourself for a lot of things, in fact, for most things, is inevitable, and the sooner the message hits home the better.

I could be sitting here feeling abandoned because parent #2 must now bail, at least temporarily, but I have better things to do. Then again, at least she did one smart thing before leaving: she got me and my brother to make our own little secluded sanctuaries in our new rooms. Now, if I'm lucky, I'll be shut up in here any and all times that I'm at home since it's got all that I need. The other day, as I lounged around on my ultra-comfy air couch and watched a movie, I started wondering why it was that despite having pretty much everything I could want in my room, I wasn't happy.

Call me emotionally immature, but having my mom around sort of gives me that feeling of security. I don't want to enter the adult world, and while she's around, I know she'll work something out no matter what happens. I'm so not ready to be that person for someone else right now. In fact, I'm pretty sure I'll be more like my dad, self-absorbed to the point of oblivion for anyone else's needs. They should have a selective breeding program, a way of testing to see if you're even fit to be a half decent parent. Wonder if my dad would have passed. Wonder if I could've passed?