Chapter 35: Life In The Fast Lane

Jan. 21st, 2019

Hello Everyone,

Sorry about the long update time. I’ve been so busy that most days it’s work, errands or function, then sleep. One night I was so exhausted I slept about 12 1/2 hours. I had my initial appointment with a shrink and it was really hard. I couldn’t even talk about The Night of Hell. I had her read the prologue to the Oak instead. It took me a few days to get calmed downed. On the 30th of January I meet my regular therapist. So if I start talking in a real squeaky voice like a hamster you’ll know why.

I’m working away on my next story. What writing time I’ve been able to carve out has been dedicated to it. The story I originally wanted to restart my writing with took a back seat to this one. I hope you will enjoy it. The Aphasia is still coming and going. Headaches are for the most part non-existent, I still have the sound, light, and activity around me sensitivities. I think the last one is part of the anxiety unless they’re being loud or flashing lights. We took my oldest out to dinner for her birthday, That wasn’t too bad. The food was decent. My granddaughter is about one and a half. She was upset because she was asserting her queenly rights and found out quick they were privileges that could and would be revoked. Oh, the horror!

I’m fronting at the moment and I apologize. My entire day has been shit. My wife and I have been arguing. There were some repairs she wanted done that I couldn’t get done my last day off and to be honest I suck at things like that. She started in on me today because the way my schedule works it would be two more days before I could look at it again. So I got pissed and called off work. When she asked why I told her I’m not about to listen to you bitch at me for the next two days so I took off to get them done today. Well, you can imagine how that went.

The question I have is: does love always hurt? In fifty-one years I’ve been in love three times. In each of those times I’ve paid a heavy price for my feelings and commitment. I know people argue and such, but what I’ve experienced may be the norm but no. Do the people you love tell you you’re useless whenever they’re mad? I don’t do that. I might tell you that you did something wrong, but I do my best not to insult the person. I started not to write about this, but I said I’d keep it real so here it is. That about covers my last week or so.

Darian