#father

How does it affect you? When the most vivid memory of your little days, is when the big, strong man who you should have seen as a protector, you now see as the man who tried to throw your mums life away like it was nothing? Like anger, alcohol, and a few choice words are…

I called my mom today and cried to her. We talked about heartbreak and the feeling of inadequacy. I told her how much the last month had been weighing down on me; how things at work weren't going well, I was was struggling to sleep because of my depression and PTSD and how every time…

My childhood home showed up for sale today and it brought up a lot of memories. The house has not been touched since I was a child. It is still gingerbread brown. The layers of mint-ice-cream-green lead paint is still peeling like flakes of white chocolate from the metal back door. The deck that ...

This is my first entry, and how fitting its about how alike you are with someone in your family. This is something that I have been dealing with my entire adult life. See at first I thought I was a lot of my mom, and I resented her for it. I hated the anxiety that…

This entry was most likely written on July 23rd 2006. It is not very long, but tough... So, I guess it's hard to introduce this person who was a huge part of my life without any context, so I will take some time to explain about my Step Father Steve and at the same time…

As I've previously written about, my biological father, Donal, hit the road before I took my first breath.  To his credit, he had asked my mother to marry him when they found out she was pregnant.  But they weren't really in a relationship.  They were both teenaged runaways, who happened to be li...

It’s 930 on a Friday night, I’m alone laying on the living room floor in an empty house, and... I’m happy. My heart is beating pretty hard as I had gone to the gym about an hour ago but that’s just one of the symptoms of my happiness. Ive almost always been a moody guy,…