August 7, 2014
I'm going to California next month. I'm afraid. There's the terrorist's plots and eboli. There's the nightmare of the remnants of bodies blown to bits by Hamas (or was it a different group?) There's the discomfort I feel about leaving my poor cat. Many reasons not to go. But I want to see my son. I love spending time with him. Probably more than anyone else. If I feel the bond, how come he doesn't? Does that mean it's all in my head? and our relationship is not important to him? It's hard to believe, always, that he is indifferent.