Empathy...

I always thought that empathy was just something you had and learned to figure out as you grew up. Like learning how to talk, it's there, just takes practice. Walking, it's there, just takes practice.

My demon has no empathy at all. My husband brushes it off as "she's six".

It's not that she's just six. She just has NO empathy at all. A kid falls in the park and skins their knee, you ask if they're okay. That's showing empathy.

She was in front of our house in Dickhead's Mom's car after he (surprisingly) took her to ballet on Tuesday, she hadn't been home since Sunday morning. She tells me she misses being home when she's not here, but the whole minute she was in the car outside the house she didn't even glance toward the door to wave at me or ask if she could see me...how can she have any empathy?

I think about how when I was her age. I never disregarded people's feelings the way she does.

I guess it's just upsetting me more since Friday is my birthday and I can't go to my haven to heal my soul.

It's still very upsetting. I have noticed it before, it just upset me more today since she had no ragard for the fact that people were sleeping and it was 3 in the morning.

Am I the one that that was abnormal?

I really need to go to The House On The Rock for some soul cleansing.

Severiously.