Yesterday, we learned that my grandfather was not my mother's father. We will never know who her father was. I wonder how my mom would've handled that... I can imagine her grieving the loss of her father and then suddenly finding out he wasn't her father... She'd be so confused...
He wasn't a good man... Which is part of the reason this is so confusing. He molested children, and hit on my mother a few times... I remember her telling me how horrified she was at the things he said... Something like, if you weren't my daughter, we could have a lot of fun. She was in her thirties and having lunch with him. He was married, although obviously, this was creepy all on its own...
I can't believe the bastard lived to his 70s.
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Wednesday, February 10, 2016
Family secrets
Tuesday, February 9, 2016
Meh.
Stop then start
Go go go gotta keep it up
Be quick be strong be smart
The dragon's warming up, up above
But keep your head up, up high
But why? And where is the love?
It's lonely at the top
Wriggling in the sky, drowning in the air
Stop then start then stop
Monday, February 8, 2016
Reasons to live
1. So my daughter won't feel this pain yet and because she needs me
2. I love my dog and don't know where he'd end up without me
3. Teresa wouldn't do well living with her father
4. I love the cats
5. I love my job
6. I love my friends
7. I need to travel more before I die
8. I want to get better at the guitar
9. I want to get better at crochet
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