Dreams and Things

A friend at party asked me What become of Jessica? I don't see her anymore. I couldn't hear but only see I only see her shining face That I oh so adored. A bitter strife from out of the blue After fifteen years together. I don't know what I should do. What should I do? Why can I say it anymore? What could I do? To change things now When the wounds are still so sore, What paths remain? All talk has gone away. The loving caress we had before but she has left me forever now. What paths remain? What paths remain? What is there left to do? What paths remain? What paths remain? What is there left to do? What kind of stupid game we'd play If we If ever we should meet? We'd avoid the truth each cannot say Nervously we'd shuffle our feet. And each just waits for it all to the end While squirming in their seat. What paths remain? What paths remain? What is there left to do? Wh...

One of things that hurts me terribly was the loss of Juliet's family as part of the fallout of our divorce. My own family was severely dysfunctional as I came to understand after years of psychotherapy. It was probably the abuse from my parents and my blind willingness to accept it as reality that caused, in part at least, my psychosis. My father was a brute and my mother a neurotic, probably bipolar, who used me as a surrogate for the love she never received from my father. My father was a coward, a liar and a bully. This came to me in an epiphany later in life after I became an adult and drew away from them. He was a coward. He served in the coast guard during World War II. I can imagine that when he signed up he reasoned that guarding America's coasts would prevent him from coming in harm's way. I can only imagine the fear he experienced when the coast guard was used to protect the convoy ships on their way to Europe and wh...