Journey; The departure
In the journey called life we travel blindly into one pothole than a mountain and beyond. If we knew what lay behind each hill we may make our decisions accordingly or we may ignore the information…. Both ways, the journey is inevitable, and my journey to a far away land was at hand….. The stranger that was Mother’s husband was suddenly the center of her life. He stood in in the way of everything I wanted to do, sat at our table, spoke a bunch of nonsense, and spoke non stop blab bla bla…. To my... Sign in to see full entry.