Lipstick on a Pig

A few weeks ago, I wrote a post called Fake it Till you Make It....more

... And then... I painted.

(Cont. from previous posts)          .... And then... Much like a rusty rail car screeching and sparking with friction against the tracks as it comes to a halting stop... I stopped... I make the reference to the screeching friction, because I still talked to the Stranger, Trying to be nice, Trying to make myself feel better about everything that had happened, Still clinging to those girls... I helped his middle daughter arrange his birthday dinner... I spoke to his eldest daughter for a few months......more