The days pass by and the moments extend into the night. Laughing comes at times so easily and memories fade away, but it is still there. A moment in a film, a word or phrase, a look. A feeling comes over me and the dark floods the mind. Anything I say, helpful, hopeful words are punctured by spite. I hear the same words being uttered by my own children, I am repeating the cycle of victimhood.
We never talk anymore, it’s all just work or house or order or … We never talk, it is just all taken for granted. 12 years this year.
12 years this year. It will be 12 years, but in 2010, it all changed. TRUST was broken and I am still picking up the pieces.
A new house has led to a new man knocking on the door. I have found I am a good actor.
God I am very lonely.