Handwritten Journal
I returned home from the holidays with my sense of denial ruptured and uneasiness of my divorced parents dating other people flattened. I was forced to reconcile the perfect image of my family I expected with the reality of who they were and what they were doing. It was never fair to levy such standards upon them (or anyone else). I did for years to come. And any divergence from them siphoned any happiness I was experiencing.
Since when is anyone responsible for my happiness?
I was so immature.
I reflected on what I experienced and reestablished the perfection I needed to operate on my own without guilt. There was, however, some growth. I stopped worrying about home and lived my life starting with my first expedition to Nashville, TN.
