I understand now. Anxiety and depression have always been a bit of a bear for me but now I understand why. It is because when I am suffering and finally build the courage to talk to the one I love about it, it seems like it means nothing to them. If you ask a depressed … Continue reading Pain Makes Strong Walls
Lately, Yancey and I have been discussing some things about our future. We both have sturdy constitutions and can pretty much do anything we need to survive. He is maintenance for a large gun manufacturer so he is very hands on with anything that needs fixed or built. I'm a secretary basically. I know how … Continue reading Getting On The Same Page
As a child I remember putting on my Dad's boots and clomping around the house or going out to gather eggs or some such chore. They were large and heavy and made me clumsier than normal. I was able to get the job done but it was harder than wearing my own shoes. It made … Continue reading Filling Dad’s Boots
My husband, Yancey, and I have managed to get quite the following of young people in our lives. Some are school mates of our children, some just friends, some potential mates, some have lost parents, and some just need a safe place to hang out. We accept them all in without any stipulations except you … Continue reading Our Extra Kids
Mistakes were made. Poo was cleaned up. Back is hurting. Checkbook balancing is not in my wheel house.
Let me introduce you to our lovely biological family!
Communication goes a long way in the life of an abused person. Learning to share these triggers with my loving husband is an ongoing process but we are getting closer every day.