Today, I had a brilliant day.
Today, I absolutely loved my job, my vocation, my passion.
Today, I felt the crowds parted as I walked through.
Today, I knew I was back in control, knew I was appreciated, knew I was feared, knew I was annoying.
Today, I knew I was a threat.
Today, I knew I was not on a revenge mission...I would like that though but will not stoop...
Today, I knew I had the ideas, the pace, the drive, the power.
Today, I knew Deputy Chief.
Today, I asked Dram outright about the email she ignored, the plea she ignored, the truce she ignored.
Today, she said she wanted out. I hope she does.Betrayal is bitter from one who attended Christenings; from one whose despair I tried to help.One who I have shared time and dinner and fun and sorrow and New York and sweltering Pendle Hill.

I want to rip up the photos..but will let her have them as a gift when she leaves...she will.
Sportacus had a favourite toy....all over the world its been since he was 6 months old...I have removed it....she'll have that too.
Kite on the beach.
Husband from the internet.
Heartbreak and secrets....

The text when he proposed....I was in bed with the First Unfaithful.
It cuts deeply that she left me, isolated me, abandoned me...she is shallow and worthless and I want the photos out of my house. I want the gift out of my house, away from my boy...and she will have them; she will have them all.

Other news....
Texts and desires from Mansion Man....I am silent....
I think of someone who sent me a message today and a lovely poetic reflection he wrote to the world.
I want to feel him and to know him.
He is but a name on a screen.
An author of words.
A sender of beautiful, but few messages..
A confidante, a keeper of future desire.
A listener....
The Listeners...Walter De La Mere.
One of few favorites....
Just one...
For me.