The Onion

Over the years I have come to find that trying to understand Susan is a bit like peeling back the layers of an onion.  For everything that you understand or you think you understand there is still another layer beneath to stump you.

The only difference is that this onion no longer makes me shed any tears.  Although I wish it did.  I sometimes just wish I could let go…and cry.  There are days when I really feel as if I am walking about with a stone in my throat and a heavy mass  in my chest.