I obviously enjoy a wide range of books across many genres, but the ones that tend to stick with me the most are the ones that can give me a story about the imperfections of humanity and do so with a strong emotional impact, be it through humor, joy, anger, love, tears or grief. As long as the story fully engages my emotions, I’m probably going to really enjoy it, but even more so if it has a central focus on family.
It occurred to me the other day that I’m getting close to the two year anniversary of when the life I was familiar with began to get ripped apart, and continued to do so through the fall, yet I am still raw and healing in places.
Janie tagged me in the B&W photo challenge. There are rules and, as usual, I don’t like playing by the rules. So… this is supposed to be 1 photo a day for seven days. I’m not sure I can stick to that as I’m sure I have way more than just 7 I like, so there might be more. I’ll stick the the rule of no people as I don’t usually post photos of people anyway. You are also supposed to tag someone else to participate. Nah, you want to play along, please do, otherwise… enjoy.
When will America love their children more than their guns?
I avoided posting yesterday because I knew if I tried, I wouldn’t be able to avoid the vitriolic post that would come out of how I was feeling. The above quote is one that expresses a portion of what I feel in fewer words. While I’ve worked through much of that, it is far from gone so if you want to avoid the spillage that remains, feel free to move on.
I’m learning through the repeated ripping open of old wounds that when you cut toxic relationships from your life, for whatever reason, and no matter who that person is, it is sometimes never over.