The Foster Home

This is another one of the old traumas. I have already written most of it out several months ago in the blog entry titled Mother, but since that particular entry got very long very quick, I have decided to cut and paste the whole bit about the foster home to its own blog entry, here, … Continue reading The Foster Home

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A Pedophile’s Dream

I can't keep a friend! Seriously, I am incapable. This makes me wonder if I am just a horrible, insufferable bitch, but then again, when I contemplate the actual stories involved in the dissolution of multiple friendships - stories that I will share here - I contemplate two other possibilities. It is possible that I am just an … Continue reading A Pedophile’s Dream

Mother

I suppose I should start here, as she is the greatest lament of them all. Wow, imagine that, huh? How Freudian. What are the odds? At this point I suppose it would be appropriate to say that she was the greatest lament of them all. She finally got around to killing herself "the right way" in … Continue reading Mother