She tells me she just is too old to be
mothered, and thus does not like her Fathers girlfriend. I can only
imagine having the freedom to choose to not like anything concerning
my Father. It is amazing how things that you never noticed before
start being things you care about as the time drips on and you
realize the hole in your life. A hole that you could have imagined
when you were in your 40s are 50s. But never in your 20s or younger.
The despair that leaks when you realize that the few things you held
as solid start to slip like time from your fingers, or even worse are
ripped like a treat from a dogs teeth from your hand. Life seems to
not be forgiving sometimes, just hurting you when you need it to be
kind. How do you claw your way out of a pit when it is lined with the
spittle of the monster that wishes to eat you at the bottom? If you
use force you will accelerate towards doom. Go to slow and the
tenacles will find you and drag you. That is right. Life is a Sarlac
pit.
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