I still talk like you never left.

Hannah, I wish you wouldn't belittle yourself that way.

I had forgotten what it was like to be known.

When, exactly, did I let it all go south?

Lesson for today - Destination Sickness: When you get what you want, and you get where you want, but you do not want anything that you have.

With that said, I thank God that was avoided.  It is done.

You told me you loved me.
I didn't believe you.
You wouldn't let me live it down. 
But I was right.

I wonder if sub-cultures develop to a point of such self-sufficiency such that the dominant culture simply becomes part of the harsh land-scape in which they exist.

Alors comments?

Life is a collection of losses, one after the other. 

3 years ago on this night you walked over and kissed me before collapsing onto the floor.  It would have been a great story to tell our children, to laugh at at our wedding, and to reminisce about in the winter cold.   But I lost all the reasons, somewhere along the way.

I did not expect anger to come up at any point in time, but it has. Maybe this is a natural part of the process.