I sat in therapy this morning overcome with regret.

Don’t want to fight any more.  The war is over.  The bloody war is over.

Take your life and live it.   You won’t find you on these pages any more.

You couldn’t say a kind goodbye so I must accept what you threw at me.

I had such a lovely breakfast with the boys.  Everyone of them so thrilled for me.  I don’t want to ruin it with petty acrimony.

Listen, owning up to the genesis of my anger has been a chore.

I wanted, from the very beginning, to set you free from your bondage but ended up chaining you to me like a Siamese twin.

I have been looking and longing for so many years.

Take it…take it all.