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A beautiful weekend of spontanaety, and kindness and caring from a new friend.
And to what have I returned? An abusive tirade form a ex-relative. Being informed I am a psycho with no right to have ever requested my husband to stop or calm his drinking. Of course, only a psycho would remain clear headed rather than embarking on a drinking binge.
Back to being alone. Back to having shit put on me by people who don't give a toss. Back to being expected to accept insanity as *reality* and reason as madness.
Is it really possible to be too smart? Is this an insult?
Sydney is a whore, but I'm not sure who the fiddler is, and how many people watch the city burn without lifting a finger. It's not their problem......
Drink to forget.
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