I've been wanting to blog for a while... but the only thing of note was how The Chef and I were assulted and betrayed by people whom we loved... but I didn't want to continue to give them power.
Am I giving them power now by mentioning it?
It just seemed everytime I turned around, scabs were ripped off, and the freshness produced more hurt. I wasn't looking for it, but it always seemed to end up on my doorstep.
But its done now. The door has been slammed shut.
The people who assulted us, who took away what was ours, have closed the doors.
Like I said... it's complicated.