Today my boss at work needed to ask me about the death of my dad for some other reason, and of course I made it all sound like my dad was a sane person... and as you folks know from my prior post, he was a horrible, sh*t-faced loser. Just another time when I needed to pretend, to save face and dignity. In one way, I like pretending and thinking of things in a more positive light than they actually were, and another part of me wants to scream at the top of my lungs, "Dad was a perpetrator! Dad was s perpetrator!............." Such is life, I guess.... glad there are other people to whom I can tell the truth. Although there are not many, my list is getting longer with each passing year..... Folks, I need a thousand hugs for this one......... it's really hard! Jen
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