Headless, No more

Everyone needs to submit to something.  Headship is not a bad thing.  I think back to my headless life.  My father left and never returned.  My grandfather molested me.  My brother did not answer the phone.  That left me pretty headless and so I improvised and raised myself.  Now, at the age of 43, I can reflect that it was not fun.  I think that I am ready to turn the reigns over to the rightful position and learn to live as I was supposed to live.  I was never designed to mop up other people’s messes and raise other people’s children and pay other people’s bills and make sure other people survive.  That was never my problem.