I'm sad.

I am thankful I can come here and talk.

I don't know why I am sad. I think I function about one iota away from being depressed and it doesn't take much to put me back there and keep me there for awhile.

I spoke to my father on the phone just now. He wasn't drunk (for a change) because he was at work but he was p!ssy about this stuff going on in my mother's family.
After all these years of being married to her, he has developed her same issues.
Acutally, I'd rather talk to her. At least she is nice about the craziness. My father gets bossy, mean, judgmental . . .

And you are right, Bobi. I am far away from them.

Mari