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She’ll get over the boring bit with K and then you go down and meet her friends. Best of all possible worlds.
Well, it’ll be good to have an excuse to get down to Liverpool. Still feel a bit upset but we’ve just all got to man up today and get it done.
Don’t feel rejected. My honest take - feel free to tell me it’s bollocks - is that your youngest just doesn’t see it as a big a deal as you do. When I went to uni it was much less significant for me than for my parents - I was thinking hmm, let’s see if I like this, might be home by Bonfire Night.
You see loads of the girls and you’ve obviously got a great relationship with them - I’m sure it’s not a calculated snub.
You’re right Homer – the actual send-off was clearly much more moving for me and K than it was for Melanie.
I am fucking worried sick about her tonight though and am keeping my phone on just in case.
Homer’s right you know, it’s a bigger deal for parents, when i went to uni i couldn’t wait for them to get on home so i could get to the drinking, drugging and chasing girls, i realize now as a kid you never think about how your parents feel, it’s just how things work me thinks… beside move-in day is a fucking mess, you’d do well to stay away from that shite, starts off okay but things go pear-shaped fast with emotions and tensions running high, go down later once she’s settled in, it’ll be much better… and you’ll always worry, that’s what makes you a good dad, the shite ones could care less…
and i’d like you to take a gander at the last lounge post, about a little job offer i had years ago on that island of yours ;)
As ever, it wasn’t that bad once I’d got over myself. I met one of my dancey / housey friends in Liverpool who was returning her daughter to the second year of Uni, and we sat in the sun and talked about this and that.
Sorry you’ve had to give me a prod about your post kono – I’m working FT now and I have no idea how people find any time to do anything!
No need to apologize my good man, just thought you might find it interesting, my would be boss got 27 years, in America he’d have gotten life, my friend had sent me the link to the article detailing what happened, there’s more to it as well, he actually escaped once to a far off land before coming back, how he did it and then came back is baffling to me, the night before the first time he was supposed to go to prison he had someone call me from the pub cuz he wanted to talk to me, we had a 45 minute conversation, the next day he split the country, looking back i guess it definitely hasn’t been boring, lol!! and people wonder why i don’t feel like leaving the house anymore…
It was a fascinating tale kono – and your addition to it above makes it even more interesting. I’m surprised the police weren’t round to your as soon as they knew who he was ringing. I wonder if you fancy telling me offline who it was.
Surely, you, of all people can understand Trina’s writhing? It’s all so vicious and circular.
You think two and a half days of house music is torture? Do you know what the hottest, most expensive ticket on Broadway right now is? Bette Midler in ‘Hello Dolly.’ I’d rather immolate myself.
Sorry about the rejection. It matters little if your daughter didn’t think anything of the departure. It mattered to you and that’s what counts. Now, THERE’S something you’ll carry around for quite some time.
i understand why this hurt… but i’m going to pile on with the comments above. She has no concept of why this matters to you, and probably wants everyone gone as soon as possible. When you visit mid-term, you’ll have more one-on-one time, and she’ll have adventures to share with you!
Rather than another unpleasant surprise with the other two, perhaps you can discuss this with Kirsty, letting her know how much it hurt. Maybe she has no clue either?
I can do that, do i use the contact link found at the bottom? once you know all you have to do is google it and you’ll find it.
Thanks kono – you can use the contact form or send an email to loobyloo at loobynet dot co uk
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