We had a melt down yesterday. We were all yelling at each other. I hate it. But at the end of the day I got to talk to Mom about the need to accept Ken’s limitations. And the need to get support so she can do what she wants to do. I think she’s a little calmer today. I’m feeling a little raw, but I don’t recover as fast from yelling as they do. I become taciturn and fall into a deep inner dark place.
Does this mean I could never be in a relationship?
M & K have a 100 year old sour dough starter. Today I made sourdough waffles and they have soy sausage and bowls of pineapple and kiwi. The sun is shining. There is Christmas music on the radio.
I am grabbing a few minutes to read and write on line.
Sigh.