Your words are too kind.

We left T last week. Only saw her a few times anyway, after a break of many years. We shouldn't have seen her. It just set her up to feel powerless all over again.

I hate my father. I need to leave here. If it were more real perhaps I could actually do something. But it is all cut up and nothing stays still and I can't hold any of it.

Life slips away like water through my fingers.