I just finished watching the HBO series Patrick Melrose, a very harsh & great show. From the dungeon that is child abuse to the redemption of Patrick. The show shows just how damaging child abuse is & how it follows children to adults & their problems only get worse with age until they seek psychitatric help.

The character that is Patrick goes through a horrific childhood & until he gets older doesn’t understand why is mother didn’t protect him from his father. A question I have often wondered myself with my mother. Patrick touches on the topics that are ugly to look at. Although, I have never done hard drugs I have had my share personal issues because of the turbulent childhood-adulthood.

When my father nearly killed me when I was 23, he had the *Right* to do it in my mother’s eyes because the wine I wanted to pour down the sink was more important than the nerves in my neck or the tingling in my fingers I still feel everyday 20 years after. Hence, he *saved* her from me by nearly killing me. Over wine.

It tossed me into trauma therapy & aided in the development of my current symptoms. I as a child, much like Patrick had no safe place, not at home & not at school. My mother often says how strong I am, not recognizing that that I had no safe place as a child which left me terrified of stability when I first experienced it in my 20’s.

When you grow up without it, it’s hard to accept that it doesn’t come with strings attached. I don’t mean basic relationship issues I mean violence & psychological abuse.

Now, my life has settled, the bottle of selzer has gone flat. No bubbles, no turbulence just simple kindness & love. Something Patrick finally finds in the last episode.

So, it’s a few weeks till I have my book launch in Norway, I even have a band that will play at the beginning & at the end. So psyched. My hubby also got really good news this week so we can focus on staying in Norway. My BF came & visited & we had a blast. It was a marathon 2 weeks with the in-laws here first so it’s nice to have our space back.

Other than that the local paper published a story about the cruiseship passangers who come into the city everyday & how they are always over dressed & with heavy camera’s around their necks. Today, I encountered a rich bitch @ my cafe & her energy was soo bad I didn’t order a second cup of coffee.

I headed straight to the bus where a bunch of zombies where freaking out because the annoying hop on hop off bus didn’t pull over fast enough. yuck. It was nice to get on the bus & go home.

In 3 weeks I have my launch @ the literature house here in Bergen. Please come & support me & the band. It’s bound to be a good time. See you on August 10th @ 8pm.

I know I have written about the selfie stick movement in this blog; not that long ago. But you know it’s bad when other regulars who frequent my cafe come in bitchin’ about how the tourists are ruining it for the locals. Something I have thought for a while now.

I think the biggest problem is that the world is being run over by them. Iceland has reached it’s breaking point as has other countries. Plus, thanks to airplanes and cheap tickets you can trek globally very easily & for cheap. I don’t think the world is that different anymore. You can find fastfood chains everywhere.

I heard a story once of a couple that traveled to Italy & all they ate while there was American fast food chains. Something that appaled me when I heard about it. They claimed that the local food wasn’t safe or was too expensive. Lame. When I was in Australia a few years back I ate kangaroo meat in Alice Springs. I ate like the locals. We found a great cafe that served breakfast that had a great vibe.

I think if you are going to travel this Summer remember that you’re traveling & eat the food from the region you’re in, if you’re not then you should stay home or eat on that ugly cruise ship parked in my small city harbor.