Opening Old Wounds

I was a bit shaken when I woke up this morning.

As I lay there startled for no reason in particular, I began to think of the reasons why I would be feeling this way. That’s when the old wounds started to open up again.

There’s a part of my life that I haven’t really mentioned too much here. It happened shortly after Dad died and lasted a little under 10 years and quite honestly, they were the darkest times of my life. During that time, Mom had decided that it would be a great idea to marry Dad’s brother (strange, I know) in order to get her life back on track. It seems she felt comfortable with men who carried alcoholism as their baggage because the man she would marry, Uncle Jesse, was a drunk to the tenth degree.

And this morning, I got a reminder of that nightmarish time of my life. I started to cry once all of the memories started to come back. Continue reading