Lupeo
So there I was, beside myself, feeling as though a mere shadow of who I was stood at my oblique, and I wondered aloud as if anyone would reply, "Have I really been this vile menacing consort, this degenerate sire, whom at the cusp of every twilight, I am lambasted into identifying with?" Her nightly assaults had become my expectation, not an exception to the rule, but more the rule by which all other nights were measured. Have you ever heard yourself saying, "Tomorrow will be better." Can you recall ever rationalizing an others' malevolent intent with introspective impute? I failed to prepare for the siege that would cleave my core in two; separating me from love, family, property, and value of self. The scars I bear will fester for decades as my shrew profits fantastically from the spoils of war. Justice is not available. Solace may be received only when there is someone left in your life that has not been run off bearing witness to the siege. As she c