dreamweaver
One day I will learn my limits.
Also;
I realized recently that I can't remember any of the nice things my father used to do for me as a child. I don't remember him reading me stories or helping me with my school work or teaching me how to be a human being. I know he must have done these things, the family dynamic was that he was 'the good guy' and my mother was 'the bad guy' and therefore he must have been the one to coddle me, but I have no recollection. I wonder if what I remember is truth, or if I can't remember because I am very selective of the memories I've subconsciously retained.
Also;
I realized recently that I can't remember any of the nice things my father used to do for me as a child. I don't remember him reading me stories or helping me with my school work or teaching me how to be a human being. I know he must have done these things, the family dynamic was that he was 'the good guy' and my mother was 'the bad guy' and therefore he must have been the one to coddle me, but I have no recollection. I wonder if what I remember is truth, or if I can't remember because I am very selective of the memories I've subconsciously retained.