I bailed out and went to the bars to watch the Giants/Eagles game. Mainly, it was an excuse. I needed to get out of the house because I had dug myself a nice fat fucking hole of anger/frustration and really needed to run away for a while.
Didn't do much good. Had a couple glasses of wine with Family Dinner, then out at the bar had a couple more beers and a Makers up. Everything went down well, but... it was a challenge not to stop for a can on the way home tonight.
No... I haven't added myself to the cave roster.
I don't feel too good right now, though.
I sense my authenticity coming back, and I know there are a lot of people that wouldn't know me for my autheniticity because I've been living a lie for 29 years, and I feel like I'm on shakey ground.
I have lost sooooo fucking much in the last 12 months. I've gained freedom at the same time, but I am really feeling the pain of the loss right now. I'm taking responsibility, but it's not comfortable.
Abandonment is the worst thing I've ever gone through. It compares to this choice of stabbing the Nic Bitch, but making the choice to run away versus watching someone you love run away from are two completely different things.
Fuckin-A........
I feel like the biggest pussy I've ever known....
And, like the strongest man I've ever imagined myself to be...
All in the same breath...
There is pain in the loss of those I love...
The ultimate punishment would be accepting ALL responsibility, but...
I wonder this evening how it all would've been different had I been true to myself from the beginning...
Once upon a time I had the potential of a family... Now, I walk without them... sometimes I feel alone, and even that's a lie
All is well, though, I must admit, tonight was precarious in regards to desire...
I will, however, make it to roll call in the morning.
It's not ALL about me, that much I know...
But,