My Pompeii
Romantically speaking, I recovered. I'm not currently "in love with" anyone. Nor do I have the faintest clue who I'll end up with someday. This isn't about that. It's about what happened. For me, this is the song of what a predator [ This guy ] (clinical Narcissist and sociopath) did to my family, starting 16 years ago. It reminds me of what George Carlin once said: "All the problems in the world...ALL of them...can be traced back to what fathers do to their sons." This song reminds me of how I accidentally helped make it possible for him to infiltrate, capture, and devastate people I held dear. I lived outside of the city gates. Left to my own devices, most of the time. But I was the city guard. The Sentinel. The Father. The kin and the kindred. When the unseen threat approached, I was caught unprepared. All of us were. He had been waiting. Watching. Scheming. He moved in the shadows for a very long time, exploiting critical vulnerabilities. T...