Dad saw himself as disabled, and in some ways he was. He was an emotional cripple, that’s for sure. He flew into rages over nothing.
I know you love laughing and making others laugh… I don’t think you can relax enough anymore to get lost in that kind of connection.
Grief and fury scoured her throat. “Don’t you understand? She was a good mom because she loved us, not because she never wanted anything else in her life!"
Life is hard enough without putting pressure on ourselves. In Divine right timing, all will unfold, and as Juliana of Norwich said, "All shall be well."
Sometimes, the only way out is away. I didn't know that yet... Stories have happy endings. Mine would, wouldn’t it?
I found the outside and its waiting room scary, and I liked the comfort being next to Dad gave me. His breathing, the beep of the machines, the classical music I played.