One More Day
Warning! Disclaimer! Red alert! I curse in this post. (Gasp!) Okay, now carry on. I wake up today with only two thoughts in my brain: 1. I am 42 years old, so Happy Birthday to me. 2. Good riddance to that fucking 41st year. Those of you who have been tagging along for this roller coaster of a year lovely adventure of mine probably don't need to be reminded of what the last 365 days have been like. However, I might need to help you recall how the whole year started... One year ago, on a rainy day in 2014 , I planned for the visit of two people to my home. I knew they wouldn't stay the night, but I had been told they'd have dinner. With me. With the kids. (Remember this now?) In the end, they stayed all of 27 minutes and didn't even wait for the kids to come home from school. In the end, I was hurt. So I took my wounded feelings, wrapped them up with no room to breathe, and tried to push them to the back of my closet. And I wrote about the experience, hop...