I don't visit here often. It isn't a place I like to hang out. I read the post below and realized there has not been much change. Two and a half years. We seem to be in a holding pattern. Months pass with no contact and I get to forget you for a little while. I get to forget the damage you've done, the carnage that is our family. And then you call and the wounds start to re-open. There just doesn't seem to be any hope for change.
I convince myself that this is real. That it's not an excuse. I don't now for sure, but my faith may actually be broken.
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