Well, might as well clear up a couple of other things while I do spring house cleaning here at the old Two Cents Worth.
I used to be an insensitive monster of a person. I didn't care who I hurt. If I thought I had been wronged in someway or shown disrespect I would fly off the handle and do and say things I would later regret.
I've been to jail for my temper. Several times in fact. Thanks to Mrs. Rat coming into my life and slowly transforming me into a halfway decent human being I have these pesky feelings. When my son died of cancer I cried quietly for over a week. I sat alone and just hurt!
Sometimes when I think about the tragedies in my life and I add the daily pain I live with I whine. I acknowledge it. I whine. I want sympathy once in awhile. Not much- just a little. I have become a real human being. I feel! Now some people think that makes me weak or less of a man. They need to hope they never have to deal with the old me.
You folks have yourself a great evening.