In the music groove (oh God Paula, go back to uni!)
This always cracked me up – and now I get it. I am still riding this roller coaster. Some days I love him more, but mostly I love him less. I think I love the guy he used to be, and the guy he wants to be again, but I can’t get rid of the arsehole Rog. He exists. He denies he does, he says he was a fuck up, an aberration. But he exists, he might just be hiding today. Or tomorrow, or next year (you get the picture, trust, once broken is never restored.)
Off to the lake with four 15 year old girls in tow after D finishes her cafe shift this afternoon. They are on holiday now for two weeks, so there is a week overlap, and I don’t need to be back at work until Friday. Yeeha, girls on tour! Should be fun. Hope I can keep the lake triggers in check, I am much better than I used to be about it. Love my bach!