| | 10072 | | I wrote about my grief, from birth to age 24, and then my computer swallowed it. What could I do but be philosophical and miserable. I can't get over the fact that my grown daughter still hates me, despises me, as usual. This just dwells on my mind and nothing makes the situation better. It only gets worse.
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