Wednesday, February 15, 2006
Dr. Lavigne, who is a nice person, advised that I ask The Father to fill out the parent information portion of the FAFSA. I tried expounding the reasons against this proposal, they namely being that a) The Father would refuse to do so and b) I would not have anything to do with him. All he wishes to do involves hurting me in some way, which is sick, wrong, disgusting, et cetera, all because I do not want his wife to do my laundry. I often fail to make nice people understand this situation. Ruinous though it is, I would drop out of school and live in a cardboard box before I would consider speaking with The Father again. He is utterly incapable of loving anyone, not even himself. I honestly hope Terri figures this small fact out and divorces him, before he irreparably damages her life, too.
Prior to the conversation with Dr. Lavigne, which we had in his car as he drove me back to the dorm, I ate a lovely Indian dinner with most of the Classics graduate students, Dr. Lavigne, and a few undergrads. I cannot remember what I ordered, but it filled me immensely and was muy bueno.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 7:55 PM]