Misplaced - Displaced

Today has been completely boring and rather nice. I layed on a cushion with a pillow dipping my feet into the pool for about 2 hours this afternoon. That was good. But I find myself feeling rather misplaced or displaced as the case may be.

My dad has his childhood best friend and cousin's daughter here. And not just here, but Dad and Jenny took her to Scotland, and England, and Italy. This was Dad and Jenny's trip of course, and she just happened to be floating right now, but why does it have to continually be joked about that they didn't bring me on a trip they knew I specifically wanted to take? Okay, so that sounds selfish, but it feels like the time my entire family went to Amsterdam and decided to slip it past me while I was at my mom's. And do you know what reason I remember? Because my dad wanted to rent an economy compact and it couldn't have sat one extra person. Why does he think it is so funny to exclude me from things that are obviously and hugely important to me.

I usually go on a dog walk with Jenny every morning then head to the hotel with her. Tiffany has been going on dog walks with Jenny, Tiffany orders a red wine and a bottle of water when Jenny does. Tiffany sits in Dad's office with him all day. Dad doesn't see if I want to do lunch, he and Tiffany go to lunch and I just may happen to be there. Gosh, I feel like crying. Tonight, as we came home, they all talked for about and hour about things that I had no clue about, laughing about their trip and friends they met. I have never felt so excluded. Why does this make me so sad?

Get over it Cari.