It was the engagement party last night. Honestly, I wasn't looking forward to it cause I knew my dad* and half-brother would be there. I was right, they were both there. Half-brother did talk to us my dad didn't, which I am so pleased about. Before we got married last year my dad was at a party I was it and he tried to talk to me (although I found out later that it was cos my HB had told him to. I told him I wasn't interested. It was nice to know that he had actually gotten the message as he didn't try once, he did end up dancing near me a lot though. I found out later from his friend that he had said "my daughter's here tonight"
I ended up drinking more than I had planned, therefore spending more. It was a good night though.
I haven't even started to write anything for NaNoWriMo yet.
Bank balance is dwindling down. Think I'll have under £5 left by the time payday is here.
I bought breakfast at work this morning. One week in to November and I've failed a goal already.
* He fell out with me in 2006 after only talking to me for about six months. I blogged about it then.
general update
November 7th, 2010 at 06:39 pm
November 7th, 2010 at 07:11 pm 1289157113
I, myself, muddled through life with an on-again-off-again relationship with my biological father. I could write volumes on his manipulative/controlling/abusive personality. We had a spell of several decent years, but then in August a blow-up ensued and I haven't dealt with him in going on three-months. It has been peaceful and non-chaotic, and for once, I'm not bothered remotely by anything he has said about me/my husband/my family. Emotional divorce can be a good thing.