One Year

It has been one year since my dad died. I guess I could say passed on, went to a better place, or some other flowery phrase but that really isn’t me. Especially the better place bit, that always makes me want to slap someone. Wouldn’t be a good idea to make me want to slap myself, right? Yeah, I use sarcasm to deflect emotion. So? Anywho, it sucks. As sad as it is, the guy who was an emotional recluse and alcoholic for the first 17 years of my life was the best parent and my only good parental role model. I guess I’ve been in kind of a funk over it. Hubby says I am not so good at dealing with emotions that make me unhappy. Blah blah blah. All I know is it is seriously compromising my ability to write and work so here you go internets. I’m sharing. That’s kind of like dealing, right? Right. I’d like for my productivity to increase now, k?