I am thinking of Frank today

I am thinking of Frank today and the pain that I have got in my heart is just go great.Today I awoke and I cried.Brad and I are not getting along anymore and he has become distant.I do not know what the matter is.He has never shared with me any of his feelings.I can only suspect and he is just becoming very obearing about the house.Lately,he has been so obsesses about the way that I clean it.This is the why that my late mother was to me.She was always screaming.All I will say is this that from 1962 and through the end of her life..we were a troubled family.And for some reason,when I turned 21..she just became impossible.I would come home after working 40 hours and she would be screaming.And no matter what I did,she would agrue with me about the house.The year was 1968 and I just turned 21.It was a wonderful time for anyone to be young and I had a lot of friends then.But what I hid from my mother and father that in 1968 I was stoned for almost two years.I started in 1967 and I would get high at least once a week.But it wasnt pot or LSD.In 1967 and 1968..there was a incense called heroin.It was in black foil and the kids would inhale the incense.It was just an incense and all it was in fun.I grew up in the 1950s and I was very sheltered.I was the only girl in an Italian family and we had good times.I went to Catholic school and things were very strick.And some of the things in my town were so strick.On Sunday-everything was closed,inclucding the movie theatre.Everything just closed down and noone could say boo.Who ever heard of a movie theater that was closed on sunday? It was just a very strick time and I am glad that it is all over.But I will always miss Frank and noone really cares.I miss him everyday of my life and it is just killing me this sheer loneliness.