There was a robbery the other day. They took some stuff away. Was it important you ask. I am not quite sure what to say. They left with the trappings of a hollow life. The things that made me feel whole.

There was a robbery long ago that set the stage. People that didn’t even know they were thieves. They had been robbed themselves. I was robbed of a safe secure childhood. Oh, I was safe from physical want. We didn’t have much, but we had. No, the robbery was of my place. I was never sure of that. I was always in fear of my connection to myself, and others.

Where do I fit, what is me?  Where do I start, and you end. You want to hurt me with     words ? I am used to that. Take away my dignity, take away my self respect ? I don’t use it anyway. Make yourself feel better at my expense. I know, you keep saying that you are doing it for my sake, or its only a joke.

The robbery stops now. They can take the picture my Father made of a man with his back to me plowing a field. That just reminds me of the earlier robbery. When they told me I have re parent myself I was so mad. Because I was robbed of good parenting, I now have to do it myself ???

What choice do I have ?  I can’t live without a place anymore. This is my place, you can come in here, and say what you want, but I will tell you to get out. I will show you the door, and shovel the shit out after you.

What did they take,  you ask ? They took my place. I won’t let that happen again.