Sunday, November 25, 2007

Therapy-in-a-text-box

I've never let myself feel like the victim where my dad was concerned, I guess because I needed to think there was something somewhere somehow strong and good and right in my life, and he was the only thing I could pinpoint, or he was the closest thing I had to that I guess. Dave and I were talking tonight about things between my Dad and I growing up, a timeline I guess, and he came right out and said it without a thought. Fuck.

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