Roy this semi autobiographical. Violent, alcoholic stepfather, promiscuous mother. Throw in a couple of suicide attempts, manditory drug years and a couple of decades spent flailing around in fog.
I had to let my mother go some years back as I was ill equipt to deal with the fallout. I went ahead with some sort of vague concept that if I can steer my own boat through the storm then the slipstream may be enough to pull her through.
Never happened. She died last year. From that point the demons came out to play, for a long time they rattled the cage.
Then the healing.... still the healing. And then some.
For me forgiveness is a byproduct. A result of acceptance. Acceptance had been my word du lifetime.
I know where your honestly comes from and the need to share. This
forum is a better place because of it.
Last edited by nothuman; 11-23-2011 at 12:56 AM.