Thoughts, musings and the like. I try to prepare a plan for when it comes, because I require a plan in my daily life. Will my three daughters want to be with me when I open it, and do I even want to wait for anyone else? March 4, 2015. This is me letting go.

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Despite the best efforts of his great-uncle Patrick, Bothwell was imprisoned in Edinburgh for four months. Lord James took advantage of his absence to journey to Hawick, where he arrested fifty three men loyal to Bothwell, drowning or otherwise executing them all. He also induced the dim-witted Queen to destroy her Catholic supporter, the Earl of Huntly, who met a mysteriously spooky death on the field of Corrichie. Certainly, from this point .

A Storm Runs Under This Skin. At the edge I dwell. In the shadow of gods. The skin of my mortality. The alchemical cracking of flesh. I lash into the wind. The Old Gods do not slumber. They ebb and flow around us. Surging through our very veins. Inundating us with their primordialness. Our destines they ignite outside of time.

This all happened ten years ago. A diary of a relationship with a sociopath. Two sides of the same coin. Musings of a mad woman.