I’ve never disliked Irishmen. In fact being a born Newfoundlander, the lilting accent and ruddy faced smiles of Dublin make me feel more at home than I usually do on the American mainland. There is one Irishman, however, towards whom I‘ve recently...
I knew that I had lost it. The ability to keep emotions under control had gone. In fact, I had absolutely no idea where my life was heading to. Miserable, wretched, and pathetic.
Coming from a relatively close knit family, I didn’t want to cause unnecessary stress to my parents and siblings, and thus foolishly tolerated the pain through sleepless nights.
And then it got really bad.
