Oh I’m amazed. They’re truly accomplishing the Great Work.

Strumming my pain with her fingers, singng my life with her words…

My child seems to be in a reasonably healthy relationship. It’s a wonder since I put them through a few bad ones, but I eventually left. They’ve been in a stable relationship for five years. I don’t pry much and I pray they aren’t staying because they feel they’d flounder, otherwise. Their partner is a good person, in not implying they aren’t. Compatibility is a thing, common interests are necessary.

I just told a care provider recently that I’ve no idea if I’m capable of a healthy relationship, because I don’t even know what one looks like from the outside, let alone from the inside. I’m nearly 60.

I don’t know that turning onward is a bad idea. It can be, if we get terrified and refuse to go deeper. What I mean is, grief work and rage work and all the icky stuff is necessary, as are breaks from the heaviness. Be gentle with yourself, friend.

That’s a terrible dad joke. I giggle-snorted.

That just gets you across the Lady Styx, it doesn’t guarantee your entrance to Hades.

Where will poor people go and how would they afford to go and how would they get there?

Mathew and Hugo were pretty horrific.