Every once in a while, something pops up and makes me uneasy. Something I’ve thought was buried under the surface.
I get to a point where I have some form of closure. Some part of my past, that I thought was finished, comes back to rear its head. I want to forget a lot of things, and mostly, I can. However, not everything wants to stay underneath.
This time, it’s a legal issue, and it pisses me off, because it is something that should have been settled with my divorce. I am not sure if it’s something that slipped through the cracks, or if it’s a fishing expedition.
Either way, I wish the past would stay in the past.