Burning Bridges

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Since I got your letter,  I’ve been thinking about my response.  I’ve written this letter a thousand times in my head.  Wish I had actually wrote some of the stuff down, ’cause I can’t seem to find the right words right now.  The balled up pieces of paper around me are a testament of that.

I’m just not sure if I’m ready to reconnect.  I mean, we haven’t spoken in years.  My thing was, when I left the house I left the family.  Nothing good ever came from being a part of it.  I only went to the funeral to make sure that old bastard was really dead.

You’ve always been the understanding one so it doesn’t surprise me that you’re moved by those letters you found.  But all that does nothing for me.  They were our parents.  The adults.  The ones that made the decision to have us.  They should’ve done better.  Or at least tried.  I can’t think of one time where any of us were happy.  Or at least not together anyway.  Well, I’m happy now with my family.  Too much pain dealing with the past.  I’m sorry, Paul, but I just don’t want to deal with that.  Hope you understand.    The end of the road for us was long ago.




Breaking Bad 39

JaneGenova_SpeechwriterIf you’ve come to this post looking for a review or commentary on the AMC hit, Breaking Bad, sorry to disappoint you.  It’s not that kinda post.  Instead, it’s my light-hearted rant on the final days of being thirty-something. 😉

First let me say that I thank God for my life.  From birth to now, there have been health problems, family crisis, and all other kinds of life issues and circumstances that could have taken me out.  He spared me, and I’m grateful.  It’s one of the reasons that I’m dedicating year 40 to making the most of this life.
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