.מסכן, אתה כמו ספר ילדים בלי תמונות

The sperm donor that impregnated my mother (with me), passed away. Please, stop sending me private messages of condolences. I never met the man.

Among your farewells, see you soon, now I have no time and stormy silences, I met someone....that someone, is me.

We are worth fighting for,” we both whispered. Giving one another permission, into each other madness.

... I realized that my father had learned something in his recovery that I still hadn't totally grasped: the past would only fester and eat away at us if we tried to hold on to it too tightly.

But you have to let go of it sometime, Gaby. You can't change the past, any of it, and hanging on just eats your life away.