We just drove HOME to the ocean. Straight there, to the cliffs. This weekend we spent time with my mum and I tried not to mention how I wanted to kick in the balls of her soon-to-be ex-husband, aka SATAN, every five seconds. It's almost funny how there was no question, I knew and she knew I would be her instant ally and advocate. Its as if he had never been my dad, as if there was this unspoken understanding that I'd been there before him and I'd be there after.