I don't make enough money to support us yet, and I work nights. I need to hurry up and get a new job. It's an uphill battle against myself though. I feel overwhelmed with containing myself so I don't trigger a verbal assault - It's been better lately because I've stopped responding when he tries to bait me. I was really blindsided by what happened this morning.
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'...
At poor peace I sing
To you strangers (though song
Is a burning and crested act,
The fire of birds in
The world's turning wood,
For my sawn, splay sounds,)
...'
Dylan Thomas, Author's Prologue
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