The pen is mightier than the sword indeed!

And so it begins. I am writing this blog in order to let out all this crazy insane devilry swirling around my head every time I foolishly attempt to read my Mother's blog. I love my mom dearly, but we' ve had our differences, and live on opposite sides of the country (which she is secretly SO relieved over!). I receive approximately 3 to 5 extremely brief calls a year, plus the obligatory Xmas and birthday cards. That's it. I like to know what's happening in my family, so I read mom's blog every so often. And every damn time, I regret it. It normally isn't a whole page before it starts. The denigration, the laying of blame, all leading up to a cruxifiction for something I did or didn't do, according to whomever she needles for information. She certainly doesn't ever consult with me, the prodigal son, cause I'm
"off the rails" anyways. IT FUCKING HURTS, NANCY. I have more than enough on my plate right now. I'm dealing with issues you couldn't possibly fathom. Read up, get a glimpse of my hell I live in. I'm trying hard to change my life, and a little encouragement from my family home would be nice. I would say my home, but I feel like I don't have one. I'm adrift, all alone in an ocean of blame and pain and shame and regret, with no one to talk about my issues with . Anyways, I needed to say that.