My heart is hurting. Why oh why did I try to spend Memorial Day with “family”? When will I ever learn?
I went to a BBQ at my mother’s house. After she had cancer and suffered the loss of her husband we started to rebuild a relationship. But it’s fragile. There are subjects we still have to dance around carefully.
They call me the abrasive one. I’m the know-it-all. I think I’m superior to everyone else.
Right, of course I am.
They are the victims of my sharp tongue and I just say these things out of the blue.
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