The Lions in Rome

The suckiness that I have seen in my lifetime is pretty incredible. The trouble is, it's too common and either people ignore it, find something else to do to look away from it or blame it on someone else. That works out pretty good for those who are really in charge.

Where should I start this time...

Anywhere will do because almost any place I start leads me to a tale of woe, or whoa... A wise man once said, "This shit has got to go." I can surely second and third that.

Let's see...I spoke to my mother today and she hates to talk to me sometimes because it messes her life up and tears her up inside to know that one of her daughters is in so much pain and she cannot get to me. ALL part of the plan to divide and conquer though. People wait too long to do anything right, including me, so don't think I'm placing blame on her, whatever she thinks is right is right for her. Whatever you think is right is right for you and whatever I think is right is right for me. Right?

I thought it was right to leave my lying alcoholic boyfriend in the spring of 2008, because I saw the storm clouds coming and I thought, I must free myself from his fuckedupedness. He begged and pleaded with me, told me I was safe there. I laughed intill I cried. No one is safe, especially not with you, because you will drink your last dime and tell me everything is fine. And when it's all gone you will forget how to even smile. Believe me, I agonized about it for too long before I silently packed and planned my break out and went where ever the wind took me. Which wasn't far and into the hands of another alcoholic that had many of the same traits as he did.

Three o'clock, on the dot, open that bottle of booze and slap that grin on. Turn on the tellie and numb away the hours, repeating yourself over and over and over again. But, I wouldn't drink with her and play dress up, didn't follow along with the same politics. I spoke my mind once too many and soon she requested that I move. She made up some excuse, doesn't matter what it was, I knew it was because she decided she didn't like me. But, being a refugee is being ripe for the lions in Rome. You have no rights. You are worthless and deserve nothing because you do not have your own home.