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nebris~I have this low boil depression. It's not as bad as it usually is this time of year. But somehow it's...'deeper'. My life is okay, you know, roof over head, food in fridge, companionship, decent internet and a comfy bed.
And yet I sit here with this wafting sadness. I suppose it could be about my mother. Even though we didn't talk and I had no real hope that we'd ever resolve our relationship, on TG and X-Mas I knew she'd been in her house in Beverly Hills making a big holiday dinner, the ones I always dreaded.
Now that's all over with and the last tiny possibility of resolution is dead along with her. *sigh* There is not even a grave to go to. The Evil Step Father seems to be keeping her ashes up at the house.
Anyway, the holidays will be over soon and then I get to deal with her birthday, though that now has a whole other meaning for me now....which those who know me best will understand.
….and, as ever, life goes on.
And yet I sit here with this wafting sadness. I suppose it could be about my mother. Even though we didn't talk and I had no real hope that we'd ever resolve our relationship, on TG and X-Mas I knew she'd been in her house in Beverly Hills making a big holiday dinner, the ones I always dreaded.
Now that's all over with and the last tiny possibility of resolution is dead along with her. *sigh* There is not even a grave to go to. The Evil Step Father seems to be keeping her ashes up at the house.
Anyway, the holidays will be over soon and then I get to deal with her birthday, though that now has a whole other meaning for me now....which those who know me best will understand.
….and, as ever, life goes on.
