I guess the hardest part is when you have memories or reminders of the past of when things were good.  And you try to remember when it started going bad.  What happened first.  When did it get out of control.  How did it ever get so far gone.  I guess it gets to a point where it shouldn’t matter anymore.  But I think it does matter when you don’t know the answers to these questions.  Maybe not knowing when important relationships went wrong contributed to my stuffing my face with food until nothing mattered anymore.  I certainly did not grow up with loving and caring parents.  I have had to stumble through life, as I am sure most of us have, trying to figure out what is a good relationship.  Would I recognize one if it slapped me in the face?   I know as time slips by, we forget the bad things and only remember the good things.  I have had to make myself remember the bad times.   They were bad.  Really bad. 

It’s late and I have J. Geils playing One Last Kiss.   It’s time to go to rest my weary mind. 

And the good times are the best times

The bad times fade away

The good times are forever

But now, baby, the last time is today