Week what is it

Well it is now, somewhere in the first month of my new life, and boy have I stirred the pot. I have wanted for so long to just clear the air , and deal with a few things that needed boot kicking, and I did, tonight. How that will all come out in the wash, I have no idea. Not even hazarding a guess, not even a hope. And I am all about the HOPE!! His face was shocked and I felt so juvenile, handing him this folded up letter, that I have folded into so many folds that it will take a week just to unfold, the folds. Maybe I did that on purpose, more denial. I told the truth, according to me. I guess that's really all that matters, is that when I lie down at night, can I sleep with what I did. With the things I said in that letter? I think so.
There was nothing hard, or strong about the words I used. I just put pen in hand, and hand to paper and let them fight it out. My heart and head, always seem secondary. I read what I write after I am done and sometime think, "Damn, did I say that!"" I will be so sorry if I have made an error, but the unknown, like life is short, undetermined and run by a bunch of Elves living under my stairs!!!

Thieving Bastards,, stay out of the cupboards!!