Back at It.

Living.  Functioning.  Every day is a struggle. Then I look at them.  See their hurt.  And my blind anger kicks in and gets me through the day.  One day, I will wake up and the hurt won't be there and it will be a huge weight lifted off of me.  September 21st.  Three years ago, my dad was a live, my parents were happy, the family wasn't torn apart at the seams.  Life was pretty good and what wasn't good was easily defrayed by all the good.  How is it now that what little good there is is defrayed by the constant not so good.  There has to be a turning point coming up soon.  There has to be.