Update: I have emerged from the kahve
Greetings live journalers:
I have emerged with the long overdue entry. Let's pick things up at the end of the summer shall we with our road trip. First of all let me apologise to heathers andlonejaguar for not stopping on our way through. We were exhausted on our first drive through Ontario and only stopped in Detroit and Toronto. But that's where things got interesting, Toronto. My eldest sister lives there and the morning after we arrived (and were preparing to depart again,) she gave me a rather important piece of information. My father, who is a recovering alcoholic and had at that point been sober for 21 years had fallen off the wagon, was on a tremendous bender due to the fact he was having trouble with his girlfriend. Yes girlfriend, Not my mother. A 23 year old harlot whom hereafter will be referred to as the whore. My father is 66. I will pause here for you to gag and vomit as necessary.
Yet we continued on our journey, because I needed to see my doctor and get some meds and a really kicking cheeseburger at Harvey's (and the beloved fell in love with Swiss Chalet on the trip). And I needed to support my Mom dealing with the aftermath of the affair and the drinking. Did I mention this is all occuring right around my thirtieth birthday? Yeah, added bonus that one. But I survived made it through the trip but was really rocked to the core of my being and withdrew even more than usual so that on our way back we did the drive from PEI to Nebraska in 3 rather than 4 days because the beloved was so worried about getting me home. This is why I have been so distant. So removed. It takes me a while to process this kind of crap and I finally am so I wanted to share with you all to explain and perhaps to reconnect as I miss my coterie of devoted wing nuts. I miss your comments, your emails, your chats. I read lj two or three times a day and do try to comment when I feel I have some relevant to offer. Now I ask that you return the favour. Email, comment. Comment on my last entry so I can mail you a Christmas card. Let me be present again. I miss you all.
xx,
Ki
I have emerged with the long overdue entry. Let's pick things up at the end of the summer shall we with our road trip. First of all let me apologise to heathers andlonejaguar for not stopping on our way through. We were exhausted on our first drive through Ontario and only stopped in Detroit and Toronto. But that's where things got interesting, Toronto. My eldest sister lives there and the morning after we arrived (and were preparing to depart again,) she gave me a rather important piece of information. My father, who is a recovering alcoholic and had at that point been sober for 21 years had fallen off the wagon, was on a tremendous bender due to the fact he was having trouble with his girlfriend. Yes girlfriend, Not my mother. A 23 year old harlot whom hereafter will be referred to as the whore. My father is 66. I will pause here for you to gag and vomit as necessary.
Yet we continued on our journey, because I needed to see my doctor and get some meds and a really kicking cheeseburger at Harvey's (and the beloved fell in love with Swiss Chalet on the trip). And I needed to support my Mom dealing with the aftermath of the affair and the drinking. Did I mention this is all occuring right around my thirtieth birthday? Yeah, added bonus that one. But I survived made it through the trip but was really rocked to the core of my being and withdrew even more than usual so that on our way back we did the drive from PEI to Nebraska in 3 rather than 4 days because the beloved was so worried about getting me home. This is why I have been so distant. So removed. It takes me a while to process this kind of crap and I finally am so I wanted to share with you all to explain and perhaps to reconnect as I miss my coterie of devoted wing nuts. I miss your comments, your emails, your chats. I read lj two or three times a day and do try to comment when I feel I have some relevant to offer. Now I ask that you return the favour. Email, comment. Comment on my last entry so I can mail you a Christmas card. Let me be present again. I miss you all.
xx,
Ki