The anger wells up inside of me. I used to find peace in crafting and cooking and solice in books. I am no longer able to find that peace. I know why people  take the easy way out.

An elderly hateful old woman has ruled almost every moment of my life for the past 3 1/2 years. When it hasn't been her, my husband has filled in the gaps with his self importance. When you no longer matter more than a housekeeper then you no longer matter. Now SHE is travelling and says she will die while away. Spiteful old mean woman.

Yes this is a self pity party. Yes I am being a drama queen. Yes I need to shut my pie hole. But I know I can vent here and no one I know will ever read this. Maybe it will be the beginning of a great novel. Being able to vent as a vehicle to a new career.

One day I will gather back to myself and find joy in the arts I once relied on for comfort and centering.