The tension has eased.
Thank god.
Again, I acted as the mediator.
Actually, that is the wrong word entirely.
I did ALL the semi-patching up while Matt was at school.
Long and loud and frustrating yet finally a hint of understanding sort of "talk" with my dad.
And we all will leave it as that.
Forgiven but not (I don't think for a while) forgotten.
Haunts our hearts.
Hearts weighed down a little.
But rays of sunshine have peeked through.
Again, thank god.
Enough of this dreariness.
I hate dismal shades.
I want pink and purple and violet and scarlet red.
Blossoms and petals and waterlilies.
My insides must be uplifted...
And they have...