I would much rather Morvern Callar myself in the morning.
My daughter has been singing and playing instruments at this sad little corner of the world for I don't know how long, because they won't tell me, or invite me to any of the performances.
There was a Christmas Eve performance, on this particularly shitty year, in which I, my girl, and our little Eroica were invited, though I am still convinced it was a mistake... the invite, not our showing up. I honestly don't even know if we were invited, or if it was just my mom doing her shit.
The "boy who called me dad" spent the entire dinner staring out the window. Something is seriously going on there. I have invited him up, in his turning 21 and our having Eroica, repeatedly, but he doesn't respond. I am honestly surprised he even showed up. I really wish he would just stand toe to toe with me and tell me that I'm not his dad, because I'm not, and also tell me that when I pretended to be his dad I was horrible at it, because I was.
"Can we not do presents this year?
I am fucking...