Of Owls and Oddities

13,632 Days Alive

9 Days Till NaNoWriMo

TRIGGER WARNING: DISCUSSION OF ABUSE IN MULTIPLE FORMS

Ophelia, if you’re reading this, skip today.

So. Today was slammed at work. We were steady and short handed, so it was exhausting. In a mostly good way.

But work isn’t what I really want to talk about. I don’t want to talk about anything, really. I’m so tired, mentally and physically, but I don’t know if I’m going to get good rest.

It’s my stepfather’s death anniversary. The man who abused me. Mentally, emotionally, physically, and sexually. He died five years ago today.

I can’t say I’m sorry he’s gone. Some of my siblings have good memories with their dad. He was… complicated. But not a good man. Not to me.

I don’t know how to feel. Glad? Relieved? Sad? I dunno. I’m too tired to parse it out beyond the fact that I am feeling something.

I’m going to bed.

Take your meds, folks.