when things happen…for the better

You know, it's been pretty damn hard for me to rationalize the great betrayal that happened a few years ago now. To get legitimately thrown away and ignored was not a thing that was easy for me to stomach and I have had wavering feelings of forgiveness and hate which have kept me steady in my vision to really get the hell out of here and leave that chapter for good. I suppose I should thank my birth mother for the snappy sendoff. Granted there might have been less painful ways to do it, I dunno, a fucking conversation might have been less caustic to my general well-being and development, and easier to forgive. But, you can't do much aside from control your own reactions to shit. And I have been honest-to-god better trusting who has not broken that trust. That being Don, and really my birth father. He's actually a really excellent person who has been there for us when we were really fucked, and ultimately has been our saving grace when literally everyone else was basically telling us to burn in hell.

Granted, he's told me he's often terrible with emotional support, but that's Don's realm. and ...