Hank has been fired.
Hank tried to get me evicted.
Hank, has a funny smell.
Hank is messy.
Hank in highly immature.
Hank is slutty.
Hank is lazy.
Hank is messy.
Hank likes to blame others.
Hank has a bad temper.
Hank isn't funny.
Hank is old.
Hank is an asshole.
Hank is not creative.
Hank could not run with scissors.
Hank is in serious , serious debt.
Hank is physically repulsive.
Hank is ego-centric.
Hank wouldn't be allowed children.
Hank is not the best roomate.
In short, I do not like Hank.

 
So I have made it back safely from the wasteland that is now and once was a long time ago, my family life, and I can duly say that I .... how can I say this nicely.... I do not harbor the most fraternal nor well-met feelings for those people whom I lived with the first 13 years of my life, to say it nicely. But being part of my character, I will just let them pass on as if they did not exist. Cold, cruel escapist, whatever... After what they did ( especially the last and final straw, the "divorce payment" as adroitly put as my father said) and with how little has changed is such a long time, I think that maybe it is for the best. If I try to remain contained within the past, the hurt and the rejection, I will not ever be able to pass on to something that really has weight, that has meaning and that I can affect. Now the appropos. Talia, thanks for the available couch, it was needed more than you know. And Ian.... I cannot tell you what it meant for me to have you there, I cannot rightly say to you exactly.......what....just, Thank you...thanks. So onward and upward we go. Forever with a smile, with nary a look back.