The boy came round- uninvited, unexpected, unannounced. I wish he wouldn't. I ought to like the boy better than I do, but he reminds me of a person I miss- whom craftyailz and I both miss- a person who hurt us rather badly.
craftyailz says that the reason I'm so grumpy and unsocial is that I'm still mourning my father. She also says that I'm grumpy and antisocial because I'm trying to BE my father. Hmmm. She may well have a point.
I tell myself I'm over these griefs, but I'm not.