Deamos's Journal: **No Title**

It's amazing to me how oblivious people can be sometimes, we get caught up in our own lives and completely overlook situations that are going on with people we care about.

I just finished a long talk with my father, about life the universe and everything more or less, and at one point we got to talking about something that happened to me around eight years ago. As I vaguely mentioned what I was referring to he realized what I was talking about and admitted that he knew something was wrong but it never occured to him to ask me about it.

Now to be fair I was not very forthcoming at the time with information about this event and bungled how I handled it anyway. I explained it to him just now and he tried to appologize for never asking, I brushed that off gently as its long gone at this point and he had a lot more going on. Besides I was so numb around that point that any attempted help really would have feel on deaf ears.

It was a bit strange finally revealing what had went on to him even in the quick way that I did as its been a long time since the event. Which leads me to think that doing so was probably good for me in some fashion, actually now that I'm thinking on it a bit more I do feel like I let something go by explaining it to him finally.

In any case my father asked where we were living at the time and I told him which more or less explains why he never asked, there was too much other chaos in his life for it to have become a major concern -- to be clear he was working to keep his second marrage from breaking up. That's why I can forgive him for either overlooking or choosing not to ask about it, that's kind of a Big Fucking Problem.

Nothing really to add here, I just wanted to put this down somewhere so I can come back to reread it later.