I've had enough. I do not want to do this anymore. The same old crap. The same old worries and doubts. The same old temptations. The same old victories and defeats. I'm not good enough. I sometimes think that Kim would be better off without me. I cannot do this anymore. Work, home, work, home, … Continue reading Not Up To Scratch
. . . that broke the camel’s back happened on Sunday. I was meant to help with the BBQ at church on Sunday. In fact, I had been looking forward to it. Volunteering for it to begin with. As the day drew close I began to feel a wee bit stressed, finally to the point … Continue reading The Straw . . .
How many people are you? I'm not talking about schizophrenia, I'm talking about the person you show to others. I'm a few different people dependant on the situation in which I find myself. I'm the work person, the son person, the brother person, the church person, the husband person, and probably a few more. So … Continue reading Multiple Persons
Tory leadership contender Jacob Rees-Mogg said today he believes women who are raped should be forced to give birth to her rapist’s baby. Rees-Mogg also once spoke at a dinner to a far-right group which thinks Baroness Doreen Lawrence should be ‘repatriated’. And the Eton educated son of Lord Rees-Mogg once complained that there aren’t … Continue reading Unbelievable!!
A short story of the last few hours of someone left behind . . . Chapter 1 He sat staring at the computer monitor, looking at the blank page in front of him. What was going on? He had never had this problem before, but nothing came. Nothing permeated through the cloud of confusion, doubt … Continue reading In The Final Hours . . .
I don't even know which one is me, anymore. Introvert, lover, man, husband, coward. I have spent so long being afraid, I don't know how not to anymore. Afraid of life, of dying. Afraid of success and failure. Of work and no work. Afraid of winning and losing. I am afraid of gaining what I … Continue reading How many facets do we have?
I don't want to do this anymore...
More and more I am finding that there is less and less to laugh about. There is nothing that is funny anymore. So much crap and guff, and garbage all over the place. Nothing is funny. Life grinds to a halt. The thorn in the flesh digs a little deeper, and there doesn't seem to … Continue reading Laughing . . . Failing