The Ghosts I Know
My dreams are being haunted. Every night, I have a visit from my stepfather... then my ex... the one who's name is never spoken. That one. These dreams are so life like... I have to remind myself they didn't really happen. It's actually jarring. These are not happy dreams. They are too realistic to be happy. I feel like I am being asked to do battle with these ghosts. Like I have to prove something to them. ...and I got nuthin'. I'm stuck in the molasses of my life like a fly in amber. This 'condition' of mine has worsened this year. I had no 'up' at all during this past Summer. None. Yet, I am dipping. I'm moody. I'm angry. Ragey driving is rearing its ugly head. I came home from work this afternoon, mad before I walked in the door, where I was met with a messy house; Dishwasher full of clean dishes. Two loads of laundry to be folded. Counter and both sinks full of dirty dishes. I had to deal wi