what pains me…
these issues with my Dad, to big and hurtful to mention here, are messing me up today.
i’m trying to write him a letter and i get two sentences down and start weeping. then i walk away from it, and come back only to gouge the wound even more and cry.
my chest hurts.
he’s off in AZ with annie oakley this week, doing his thing. which is fine. i’m working myself up so much over this thing, it’s probably better that he’s not within striking distance.