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- March 1, 2016 at 1:18 am#38717AnonymousInactive
… and on the third day –
she got the flu.
Not the oh, cough cough I might be sick flu…
the OMG it’s nothing short of CHOLERA … or EBOLA …. flu.
Have been texting constantly with son #2.
(Hah-PAH-na for those Sioux-ishly inclined)
Son # 1 – not so much.
There’s areas we’re staying well clear of for the present.
Things are mostly ‘catch – up’ but I hven’t SPOKEN with either son yet.
With PTSD, And the other nervous disorders,
I have had to make my world a very small place
in order to function.
I’ll know when it’s time to hear the voice.
I write far better than I speak.
When I get nervous, and try to sperak,
words tumble over each other
and people often don’t understand what i’m saying.
I jump from topic to topic and it’s
just a headache waiting to happen.
when I talk –
people in the group sometimes say
that listening to me
must be what it was like
to listen to Dr. Bob.
for what THAT’S worth – LOL
So maybe that’s a part of alcoholism I don’t know?
Just wanted to update everyone
and thank everyone for such warm responses to my thread.
I knew it’d be a harder road with my oldest-
he is like I am now.
well, if I have a soul mate… it’s him.
I used to call them –
“One is my little shadow,
the other is my little MIRROR’.
I have all the rest of my life to wait.
Thank you all!:You_Rock_
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