Dear Diary,

I got another letter from Dad today. It was pathetic. He was all “oh wow my new job’s amazing” blah blah blah. He didn’t even say ‘I love you bud’ like he used to at the end of his letters. I know I shouldn’t miss that, but I do. The only thing more pathetic than the letters my dear father now sends me is the fact that I actually read the pathetic letters my father sends me. In fact, I read them twice. Possibly three times. When I was little, I used to memorize each one. Of course, they were nicer back then. ‘How’s my baby girl? You’re not dying from your mother’s cooking, are you? I love you bud. Miss you.’

That’s another thing with my parents did when they divorced. They weren’t Mom or Dad anymore, they were “Jean and Robert” or your mother or your father. Why? I mean, she is my mother, and he is my father. But they’ve always just been Mom and Dad. I think, if I ever get divorced (like I’ll ever get married) then I will love my children more.

Because I would know what it feels like.