Don't ask about the ride home. It was ugly. This sunset over the Hudson River was striking but the words I used in our car were horrid. I am very upset with Figgy. I know it's wrong to fight teen fire with fire, but I've had it. I no longer know who this person is and for that matter, maybe I don't know myself anymore, either. On that low note, good night. I hang my head in shame but also have a heart full of fear and anger. I need a road map, I guess.
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