This, is a, really, good thought, isn’t it? To go or to come home, for the holidays…
Home, for the holidays, but W-H-Y? Why the F*** (maxed out, remember???) even bother? And, wasn’t, this so-called “home”, destroyed, by the BOTH of you a very, very, very, very, V-E-R-Y, long time ago already? So, what, exactly, am I, returning TO, during the holidays?
not my drawing…
Memories of years of nonstop, endless abuse and neglect? So I can, re-experience those, traumatized, childhood nights all over again? And, why the HELL, now that I’d become, a GROWN woman (and your point being???), would I even WANT anything close to the VICINTY of that? As when I was growing up, I couldn’t make these choices for me, and so, I’d gotten, DRAGGED, along by you, and now that I got my own two feet (note: no longer sitting in that god damn wheelchair, nor am I, in need of using a WALKER, as I’d relearned to WALK again!), and, it’s my right, to decide WHERE, I am going to, spend MY god DAMN holidays!
Home for the holidays, no thanks, I’d NEVER had a home, well I had one, but then, it was, SOLD and that place was still, the place I’d felt, most comfortable in, in ALL these years of my life, and, it just got sold, because??? Oh yeah, HIS STUPID son had to chase his dreams of majoring IN studio arts, and, look at where that LOSER is right now? STUCK, in HIS dead-end job, waiting, for his chance, to change to another, dead-end job………
and, if only, homecoming can be, oh so, celebratory, but, it isn’t!!!
Life, the Obstacle Course 