Well, I just had my last meal with my dad, I think.

[Jit423]

42. Feeling bad for you. We have all lost one or two close friends or relatives. This time it is different.

I could always shake our differences off and still love and respect the person holding those differences ...nothing was ever that important before. This time it is different. I can't forgive and forget who these people in my live revealed themselves to be. Love them? I don't even like them and I refuse to lie to myself about it. Somewhere along my life journey these people have dropped a hint as to who they really are. Maybe it was an off-color racist remark. Maybe it was an LBGQT passing slur overheard in their conversation. Maybe there was a nod in agreement with something Trump was saying on the TV. I am now pissed at myself for not believing what I was seeing and hearing. Pissed at myself for those times when I believed they meant what they were saying and I did nothing to or said nothing to counter it, choosing to hold onto the relationship instead of my own beliefs.

At any rate, THIS TIME IT IS DIFFERENT AND I WON'T GO BACK!!