You see the flood, Father. Why are you silent? I am overwhelmed by the anger and hate and pain.
Salt Stained Rain
After a while, people stop wanting to hear about what you've been through. And I feel guilty talking about it half the time anyway, because I doubt my memories, and even when I stand firm, people still don't believe me. My birth family surely doesn't. They called me a liar, a lover of drama and... Continue Reading →