1st
of the year 2013
Dear Cassi,
In coming home I walked the
cold hallways full of trash and junk to let the ghost of angry memories pass
before making any attempt at work. What new horror could my family be planning
for me? What can I do to protect myself?
I look at the mess and know
that most of it is mine but also that I do the work assigned to Pickles day in
and day out. If I had those ten hours back I spend over the weekend at washing dishes
to address my own problems then I would make progress.
The dishes are his to do as
I do the cooking and yet they are never done. As the kitchen sink is the only
sink thanks to Pony Girl and her intervention into our construction I cannot
wash my hands among the piles of crap and so must do his work before I can
attend my own.
As my work room is littered
with cups and such from my eating in front of the computer so is the kitchen
table littered with remains of many of his meals. He found a place to keep his
dog food on the kitchen floor.
It’s a battle here Cassi, a
battle long fought but never won and I grow so weary of this nonsense. Still, I
need to win the battle within myself before I can fight outside forces.
Win within, little sister,
Richard Leland Neal
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