Maybe it’s the alcohol or perhaps the temper. May it’s the sadness or even being late.
Things happen and people behave. However, in many such occasions, we pretend things are other than they are. 732 more words
So I’ve been chipping through some hand written journaling to post here. It’s a slow process. There are about 8 pages, sitting to the left of me right now, half of which I’ve transcribed and have sitting in a draft post. 1,258 more words
First – I held off as long as I could with this possibility – at least saying too much………………but this is sure helped along by law enforcement and fire fighters. 493 more words
I went through the emails exchanged between my father and me back in 2012 and 2013. I think I know why I forget certain things now. 780 more words
I am slowly going through and editing old posts and taking stuff out of private mode. Since the family BS is coming up again and still, I thought this was an appropriate one to reblog. It was beneficial in a bitter kinda way to come across it. Very sad.