ya know guys
It is amazing how normal the whole thing seemed. I remember once when the some of the bullies at school bashed my head with a rock and dad came up to the school. He asked me at 13 if I thought I should go to the Dr. It was dad! of course I was tougher than them... no I didn't go. bled pretty much the whole year I feel it marked me for that final perp and nothing was ever said or done. one day at T I told about all this and I was angry .. I nearly hit, well I did pound my fist into my leg but I calmed and left. later I was with my son and as I talked to him I became so angry again. I told my son the story and how I never felt safe or protected and I got angry and hit the car and cried with him as well. and after a minute he said to me " you know dad if it makes any difference... you never let me feel that way" and ya know ... it made all the difference in the world.
Edited by newground (02/27/13 07:24 PM)
Towards thee I roll, thou all-destroying but unconquering whale; to the last I grapple with thee; from hell's heart I stab at thee; for hate's sake I spit my last breath at thee. let me then tow to pieces, while still chasing thee, thou damned whale! Thus, I give up the spear!"