Here in the Northeast hurricanes are a rarity as of late, but we have survived by being smart and taking care of the essentials. One such storm left us without power for nearly 13 days and it took the best part of three days to clear our 700 ft driveway.
For me, blizzards or what they now call bomb cyclones, are the worst. The blizzard of 1978 dropped 44 inches of snow on our front lawn, and the winter of 2015 saw Boston get 106 inches in a 6 week span and just to the west near where I lived a bit over 150 inches...I killed 3 snowblowers much to my chagrin....of course that's nothing compared to the lake effect snow western NY is getting at the moment...
While the end isn’t as close as they would like, And some rough slogging ahead, hopefully the worst is over as charges and the trials loom…only to serve as reminders till the appeals are done and dusted…
Hopefully they can put those instances in a box, only to be opened as needed…I think therapy would serve all of them well…
I simply can't resist...and I may be a bit premature...here goes even tho I haven't figured out how Michael crosses over to the other side, hopefully Michael's mother hasn't anything to do with it from now on...
One of the hallmarks of a great story is the authors ability to create such a story that fully engages their readers. You've created such a story here, your characters elicit strong reactions from me, my comments weren't meant to insult, rather the world you have created here reminds me of folks I have known who have made the same or similar mistakes...to me it is like watching a TV show where you just know someone is going to do something stupid and you find yourself yelling at the screen...in a way it is your own danged fault for engaging me so.
He's his own worst enemy, unable to break the shackles and move forward, it would not surprise me that any prospective employer noticing this about Michael, would decide he isn't the right choice for the position he is applying for...
I’ve lost any and all respect for Michael…he can’t at any point stand up for Sarah…he knows better yet fails at every chance…what a wuss…
All we have is rinse and repeat….yawn….
With the ships crew in the mix, one has to feel they have adequate support…that there was gunfire in the distance as they boarded the vessel is a tad concerning….
Much is transpiring in what was Ralph’s sedentary life, the pressures of so many changes, if not met head on, can increase to a bursting point…
Hopefully Ralph takes a deep breath and embrace the new…
There's another set of parents to have a conversation with Michael, if you could swallow your pride and talk with Mommy Dearest, try looking on the other side of the street, at least for some advice...
Hopefully so...or will the shell that is Michael crack?
They sat there in the quiet of their apartment, hand in hand, the uncertainty still looming over them but their bond stronger than ever.
What a piece of work is Michael's mother, I keep seeing her as either Joan Crawford or Kathy Bates, or worse as Nurse Ratchet...Michael needs years of therapy, he understands that is mother has moved passed unreasonable, and calling her out on it is a first step...hopefully...
Michael has several issues to ponder, the lack of support for Sara is/was telling, and then there are the dreams, are these the result of repressed memories/feelings?
Then there is the overbearing mother and the lack of his father's backing or standing up for Michael. I get the feeling that there isn't any woman his mother would approve of. I can only imagine the fireworks she would create if she found out her beloved son was gay...
Thank you for this, it was immensely enjoyable and quite the update without spoiling the story yet to come, a difficult thing to do...well done and damn my box of Kleenex is getting lighter!!!