Wish they'd let me sleep, need to be up in 3 hours. Too drunk and bad news for them to notice it's already morning. They keep repeating the same conversations. Thought their conversation after years apart would be -what's the word?- healing (?)/ reconciling/ supportive, and maybe it is, for them. But so in the midst I too hear I've been labeled the villain. Or the scapegoat.
It's a strange feeling to have tried to give so much, trust so much, and be accused and blamed and smeared , for the very things done to me. To hear others wish me gone. It's hard to live around or within, contempt, disgust, disrespect, blame. Not only no value, but a liability. I suppose that's hatred. Well, am sure they'll have their plans. Not sure what to do anymore, really. Small wonder there's little recourse than to retreat within myself.
It's a strange feeling to have tried to give so much, trust so much, and be accused and blamed and smeared , for the very things done to me. To hear others wish me gone. It's hard to live around or within, contempt, disgust, disrespect, blame. Not only no value, but a liability. I suppose that's hatred. Well, am sure they'll have their plans. Not sure what to do anymore, really. Small wonder there's little recourse than to retreat within myself.