I meant to post this last Saturday.

[First I must inform the world that the letter between J and L is not longer operating on my typing board, so I’m having to alter the things that I want to say in order to avoid the use of words that I cannot properly type.]

Let me start this entry firstly by tell you, Ara, that I promise, I SWEAR, that I will N E V E R remarry (if I even marry the first time). I will never do that to you because, though it brings happiness to the couple, it can be life-altering and terrifying for the children involved. With no offense to anyone who has ever been involved in a remarriage, I don’t want to chance adding something so unnecessary to my child’s life. I swear to never put my own happiness over that of my child in matters so important.

Now.

Daddy got married today. 

I’m happy that he’s happy, but I’m still so bothered by the whole thing that I have no clue how to feel overall. I wish I didn’t have these doubtful, hateful feelings, but I’m glad that I can at least say that I’m happy FOR them. It’s great to see Daddy so happy, so excited to be starting his new life.

It’s just as well because I’m slowly beginning to start my own life, too. Hooray.