Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Reality is never as bad as we imagine...

Well they know. "They" being my parents. And ya' know what? They took it well. At least my Mom did. I spoke to her not my Dad. I suspect he chose not to speak to me not because he doesn't want too but because he knows if he even hints at tears I'll lose it too. It's always been like that. If my Daddy cries, I cry.

I feel IMMENSELY better now. Like there isn't this huge weight on my shoulders. I don't have to hide anything anymore. Cripes if this is all I needed to do to shed some of the misery I should have done it months ago.

Live and learn.

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