Telling the Truth

This episode in my life was a smelly, rotting stench in me all the way through school, college and my first years of marriage.  Even after I told my husband about it, I still smelled the old man regularly and without warning.  It was a living, breathing, stinking rotten nightmare.

Despite this, I never wrote it down or reflected on what it reveals about me, much less about my relationship to my parents.  I simply tried to put it away and let the past be the past.  Done.  Over.  Finished.  Time to move on. Read the rest of this entry »