Earlier today I posted an item under the same title but after some consideration I felt it was too personal and may have farther reaching consequences than I am prepared to entertain at the moment. So I am republishing it in an altered form simply because I am that hurt and angry that I want to express it:
I don't normally write about deeply personal things but today I'm angry, hurt and resentful. Our very good life here has been shattered by a game. And to the people involved that's all it is - a game. What they perhaps do not realize is that the game they are playing effects the people they are playing it on to the core. Or perhaps they do know and don't really care.
I will not go into the details as they only concern the persons involved. As I said it makes me angry, hurt and resentful and it also makes me incredibly sad because of what it says about people.
Though we still have over two years left in Roma it will never be the same and I question if we will ever truly be happy here again.
12 febbraio - frankly I don't care what Saint's Day it i