Fragments of A Life

A lot has happened since my last post. My mother has had 2 strokes. My marriage is failing more day by day. So is my health. My son is suffering living is all of this. I am continuing counseling and also decided to go a step farther only to discover that I in fact suffer from PTSD. I thought only soldiers who had been thru a war could suffer from this. Apparently what I have been thru is tantamount to going thru a war. Everyday for me is a struggle physically, the pain is unreal. More and more new diagnoses keep coming. This puts a great financial strain on our family.  I am forced to live in a situation that I do not want to be in because of my health situation. I want so badly to be happy. I don't want the man I am married to now to feel obligated to me or pity me. I think he feels like he has to take care of me because I have no options. I have begun writing novels and poetry. Poetry is just for fun. I hope the novels will catch someone's attention when I am done. I kn...

I am a proud Southern Woman who had to raise her child alone after his father walked away from a 17 year marriage, my son was 5. I had to go to work with health issues every day, after not working for 15 years. I had a full ride scholarship after high school because I was Salutatorian of my class. I chose a local small school although my school guidance couselor begged me to choose differently. I was blind, deaf and dumb in love with the local "bad boy" and of course I thought I could save him from himself. Both his Mom and Dad had died when he was barely a teen and I was convinced that my love for him would be enough to save him. I stayed in school less than a year, "bad boy" wrecked our car, it flipped over 3 times, he was trying to outrun a Highway Patrolman, long story. He, I and the dog are lucky we survived, thank God for a 1972 Plymouth Duster. We were not even wearing seat belts. I had to say "bad boy" did lay across my lap to try and hold me down...