Ok some memories are just not pleasant. I am going thru my photos and organizing them, but its really painful in a way. I mean childhood was great but then came the first marriage and subsequent divorce, then dad dying, then trying to adjust to life in another part of the state, then seeing my mom become ill and having all that drama/trauma, etc then joining the monastery which really was a good thing in many ways, then the whole Armageddon of a period from 1999 to about March of 2003 which I would just as soon have erased from my memory permanently with the exception of the birth of my nephew Will.
It still bothers me from time to time the whole post-Monastery pre Winnipeg phase in my life. It was horrendous to say the least. Oh well. Maybe going thru the photos is good. I think one of the hardest things is leaving my dogs and just the way it all went down. The whole second husband fiasco still makes my skin crawl at times not because he was a bad person but because of the whole ignoring what i knew was best for me thing and trusting someone else who clearly had ulterior motives.. not that I think he was malicious, just a product of his environment and raising. enough of that. time for a bubble bath and snuggle time with the Hubby and our two crazy pugs- somehow that puts it all right.