I’ve gotten so sick of Bruce that it won’t be long (this coming summer actually) till I kick his ass and end that misery.
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Of course it never really ends.
I simply learn to live with it (or not) and then every day I get to choose wether or not to implement what I’ve learned. When I choose to apply what I’ve learned about myself (and the world I create) I get to watch myself grow a bit more. The joy I feel from that process also…
Never ends.
What happened that day. The day I finally did stand up to Bruce, might seem like nothing much to some. Like any other day. Like just a typical scene from a typical middle class, midwestern family. Even to some who were directly involved.
All my siblings were there. All were involved. I doubt any of them even remember it at all though. And none of them could know how significant it was for me.
To tell this story I’m going to link here a few previous blog posts. It should help with some context. If you want to know this story, please read the following posts in order before reading the posts I will begin writing tomorrow.
Made not Born
Where’s the Beef?
Damned Lucky
Till tomorrow then when this will of course…
Be continued…
