Oh for heaven's sake.
Now I am feeling wrong in labeling my mother for what happened. Interestingly enough, that sense of forgiveness does not extend to the things I witnessed her do to those it was my intention to protect.
It has been a long, determined quest to establish my legitimacy, to establish within myself a coherent whole.
"Love is not a victory march. It's a cold and it's a broken halleluiah."
That's Leonard Cohen, of course.
Cedar
