I promised myself that starting this September, I would write more on my blog, because it's therapeutic, because it's good, because I need those likes, gimme those likes, I mean it!

Of course I'm just kidding, as far as I know there are no notifications in Writefreely, so it's just shouting in the wind. But even shouting in the wind could be therapeutic, and given I'm often sitting upon a mountain's peak, I know it very well.

But I digress, it's still August, so maybe let's start with a catch up first.

After talking about the part of the journey that I started with my father, it is now time to write about where it all ended and the things I will never forgive.

Before going further into uncharted lands, it's better to get back to the map and see where the journey has started. And where it drifted off its course.

This is the part of the journey I took with my father.