D...I....V...O....R....C....E?

I HATE BEING EIGHT... because some grown ups confuse EIGHT with STUPID.

I am NOT stupid.
(I know this because when we all got our IQ tested mine was 147 ... which is HIGH in case you don't know. The average is 100)

Aunty Sal MUST have thought I was stupid yesterday when she came over to have tea with us. I was  watching TV, and she whispered to mum and asked her if she and dad had talked any more about the D...I....V...O....R....C....E?

...I mean! DUH! I can spell! English is my best subject.

Mum at least DOES know this... which is why she looked at me when I looked around and didn't say anything.

But I know there going to get divorced.... probably anyway. Because Jess told me its what happens when dads stop coming home and work all the time. She told me it usually means that he loves another woman whos younger and prettier than mum.

Sometimes I look at dad when he's having his breakfast or something and think of him dancing about in London and kissing with a younger woman. Like a secretary with tight clothes on who doesn't care about mum. And I hate the woman. And if found out it was true I think i would hate dad forever.

(I have to cover the screen now or he'll see it. I cant let them read this now. Mum or Dad. This will just have to be a secret diary blog except Jess... Jess is my Editor)

Dad works in London but he was always home every night, usually late because the train takes him ages. But he would come back in time to kiss us goodnight and sometimes a story.

But then this summer holidays he started saying to mum it was making him too tired and he wanted to stay in London in the week.

He said he could say at his friends flat. Uncle Jay (not a real uncle but he calls himself that so we call him that too so we're not rude) I don't mind. He's really funny. But mum wasn't happy about it.
"I know what you two are like together" she said.
"What are they like?" I asked
"Shh Maddy."

I get that alot... "Shh Maddy."

Dad won. NONE of us thought he would. It sounded like the WORST idea ever! Jamie and i cried and Jess told him he was selfish... but he still did it.

So now we only ever see dad on weekends and sometimes he doesn't even get here until late on Saturday which ruins the day because we are just waiting for him most of the time.

This weekend we waited until 6! Thats the latest it's ever been.
Daddy always has an excuse. Bad trains, he had to work, he had to fix something or a friend needed him.

Mum didn't even look at him when he arrived this time. She was so angry. SCARY angry.

I felt angry too but when he got here I was just so glad that we could still go to Harry Potter i couldnt stay mad at him like mum can. I gave him a hug and then we all just went to the cinema. But in the car mum and dad didn't talk... at all!

Jess whispered to me that this is a bad sign because "communication is the base of a good marriage." (Communication is talking by the way.)

Then it felt like I could feel the marriage was falling to peices in the car on the way to the cinema becasue their base was taken away.

So then I just really wanted them to talk about ANYTHING.

So I said. "Tell dad what happened this week."

I didnt mean for her to tell him about my throwing the nose at Mrs Harris and her getting called TWICE.

They did start talking. But then it was just all dad saying how disappointed he was in me.

GREAT! Well done Maddy.

Harry Potter is a 12 but they let me in. I was nervous they would stop me.
It was AMAZING (my second fave film) but I cried when Dobby died at the end.
And I didn't stop for like an HOUR. Mum was nice at first but when i kept on crying and crying and crying she told me it was just a film and don't be silly and she wouldn't let me go see the next one in the summer if I was going to get so upset.

I stopped then but i still felt like i had more crying to do. I did some more after mum turned my light out.

It's weird. I didn't think I liked dobby THAT much.