I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings...
I'm sitting here in the quiet of the living room, listening to the sound of the rain lap at the roof. It's kind of cathartic. The rain outside is saving me from flooding my self some tonight. Things with my dad and stepmother have taken a turn toward the ridiculous and I am honestly feeling the need for some self-pity right now. A few weeks ago, I spoke to my father and stepmother over the phone. Now the pretext to this is that a few weeks before that, my father was in the hospital with some breathing problems. I rushed to Overlake (a 1 hour drive) to be with him and found my trip to be mostly a waste. He had plenty of people around him and really did not need me there. Well, a couple of weeks after that, Toby and I visited him at home to check in on him. He was still weak, but doing mildly better. Of course, if you ask my stepmother, he was still at death's door. Still a couple of weeks later was the fateful phone call that (sort of) began the whole mess of which we're...