The struggle goes on!
My Mum didn't think I would survive the night. Her rhetoric was heated and ill-defined, and she seemed vicious too, and unloving. My Dad was the peacemaker, as usual, the sound voice of reason, and there is accord in our home once more. I lay the night in Mirko's arms, but I didn't really sleep, with him breathing on my neck. He didn't want to have sex, because he thought I was still quite injured from the blow-up with my Mum. His body said otherwise, and I held the spike in my back for a time until he drifted off into sleep.
This morning we are going to Church together. Yes, I have clothes on! A pale mid blue cotton dress, that is almost full-length, to cover my 'bones' so as not to embarrass Mum! I don't have anything on under it, and it buttons top to bottom! I shall enjoy Mass, it is probably the best part of the week, communing with our Lord and Christ, serving God through His Son. We are going to the later Mass, at ten, as Mum hasn't had a good night either.
This morning we are going to Church together. Yes, I have clothes on! A pale mid blue cotton dress, that is almost full-length, to cover my 'bones' so as not to embarrass Mum! I don't have anything on under it, and it buttons top to bottom! I shall enjoy Mass, it is probably the best part of the week, communing with our Lord and Christ, serving God through His Son. We are going to the later Mass, at ten, as Mum hasn't had a good night either.
22-25, F
