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January 26, 2014
My son Tom climbs the stairs. That is what comes out of me, but it is not Tom climbing the stairs; It is Michael. It is Tom perhaps that I am used to putting in here or who sticks in my head because I cannot seem to fix things between us. I do not think that it is useful for me to continue accepting blame for them being bad. There are some things you cannot lift from your sons. I have been meaning to talk to Michael because he should have had some insight by now and he has not.