Posted by floatingbridge on February 27, 2010, at 3:05:18
Really. I love him. And fear being him. He helped ruin my life with his intrusive, violent rages and maniacal religious indoctrination. My mother was depressed, unavailable. For years, my anger fell to her (silently that is). I still can't really drum up
loving feelings for her. At my father's funeral I wept, and wept, and wept. What gives? How can I love him? I don't get it. Is there a theory, or is life just f*ckin long on irony? Oh well.
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