I was angry when I wrote that last entry(now deleted).  Hurt, wounded, angry. 

Now I am simply tired.

I’ve been at the track, then at work, listening to the litany of crimes a daughter has committed. Lies and deceit and disobedience and manipulative and the mother just wants to throw in the towel.

I am tired, too.  Tired of this world.  Tired of the pain we cause each other, tired of the grief I see in people’s eyes, tired of the anger and greed that can murder.

I am going to take a nap for a few minutes, get up, brush my hair, and go back to work.  And hope, somehow, that the world rights itself before it is too late.