Do rude, disrespectful people realize their own behavior? I don’t think so. If they did, wouldn’t they change their behavior or their way of thinking? Or maybe they just don’t care.
Warning: The following story may be disturbing to some readers. Reader discretion is advised.
Some days, the haunting memories of the past are a real struggle. It’s enough to make anyone emotionally constipated. Forgiveness is the last thing that I want to do.. I’d rather vomit in a coffee cup and drink it with my breakfast..
I have one day left of my vacation. Maybe driving to Pennsylvania to see family was not what I needed. There is a cure; a release for the sadness that is suddenly choking the life out of me but it’s not within my reach. Time is the answer and it is ticking by ever so slowly.
I’ve been talking to my friend Frances on a daily basis lately. She is the one that I met online a couple of months back. I told her that every time I drive past the church she attends I feel compelled to stop and visit so we planned to meet in the parking lot first thing this morning but then she never showed up.