When I told my mother that, she said, “Oh, don’t be silly.” She was known for being a caring a sensitive mother-figure, a social worker. Fucking useless to me. Dismissive, invalidating.
She’s dead at age 93; good riddance. Too bad my marriage ended right after that. The one person I risked and pledged my life to.
Fast forward almost two years now, I’ve been flailing around trying things to get a new life for myself, although I did waste most of it trying to repair my retarded marriage.
I’ve just spend the last week trying new things in fields of interest, trying to make connections in the work […]