Well, I tried. I thought it might work...even be momentous. But, alas. Life was just...life.
I went to see my former Professor/MIT supervisor, his new wife and their 51 week-old daughter a couple of weeks ago. I had visions of some kind of release or epiphany, but I was hoping for too much. I'm the only one still haunted by my past. I'm sure Ms. M. never thinks of me at all, or all she cost me. MIT as an institution had no problem lying to me and I dropped off their radar the day they blackmailed me into resigning.
Heal the wound and leave the scar? I'm still bleeding, and it seems it's never going to stop.
It will be four years next month.
About Me
- Leigh
- I'm a single mom, odds-and-ender, thinker, tinker and constant reader. Best job I've ever had is motherhood, and while I suppose it never really ends, I'll get downsized one way or another. I guess that's a good thing, but what will I do with all the free time when it happens? Read more, I suppose. I believe in God, and I also believe God created my life with a purpose. I'm still stumbling around trying to figure out what it is, and I'm coming to realize it's probably not be evident until it's all over, because it was all the small things over the course of whatever number of years I have. I'm not sure the final picture will be very impressive, but if it's not ugly art I will be satisfied. I try to be kind.
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