Nothing has changed in all the years of my life, except the arrangement.
I was promised reconciliation with my missing son (gone for twenty-nine years):
I do hear from him—he screams his guts out every day in one way or another.
And the dog meant better days—I daily experience her being zapped thru and shot and tortured causing her & me to be miserable.
Torture—bleeding (me) out of both ends all of the time. ...