After all these years, I found that I had been living in the wrong house. It is the “House That Rejection Built.” Its builder, a cruel task master, I might add, had strategically placed fear in each room and I was not aware of it until recently. The house is very antiquated in nature, full of very large rooms where mostly memories are. I found that in this house there is great pain, confusion, turmoil, bitterness, bullying, torment, and terror. I don’t how long I lived there, but I do know that I moved today.

A very old house with large columns on the spacious porch—summer, winter, fall, and spring this house remains the same and is always self-contained. It is a beauty to behold from the outside. Not many people appear to ever leave, but I do know that everyone there goes through the same things year after year. I guess they don’t know they can leave and when they do they will be easily replaced.

I did move today and broke all agreements with that house—the pain, embarrassment, and all that’s there. I now have a brand new address and on the front porch of my new residence there is a sign across the door that says, “THIS IS THE HOUSE THAT LOVE BUILT! YOU’RE WELCOME TO STAY HERE FOREVER!”