Talking with Dad

After almost 2 years after his death I think it's now time for me to get things straight with him....or, myself......talk to him in typed words, talking to him verbally when the mood strikes me can look and sound a little nutty to others. Many times my hubby has asked me, "What did you say?"......feeling a bit embarrassed, I'd say, "Nothing, Hon, just mumbling to myself". I was actually talking to, Dad.

I have a lot to say to my Dad. He wasn't the best dad a little girl could hope for.
I can't say that he did is best with raising me.....I don't think he had a "best". He lived in his own world, shutting out all that loved him.......hurting all the people he needed the most. It's true, you always do hurt the ones you love.

I'll be talking a lot about my Dad on this blog for the foreseeable future. It's time for me to make peace with him and with myself.
I have to get rid of the pain in my stomach and heart. I will call my release, Verbal Vomit. Maybe I should change the title of my blog to that? I might.