Enter At Your Own Risk

MarciKS said:
i had no choice but to go no contact with my family. the hurt was too much. i am doing better now and have no intentions of turning back.
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I am sorry you had to go through that, too. When the pain they inflict is worse than the pain of cutting off contact, there is no other choice.

LOL, the reason I use "GoodEnuff" is because with them, I am never good enough. Tried for most of my life until one day I realized that I didn't have to meet their demands. Not perfect but definitely good enough.

Hugs to all who have been through this in their lives.
 
Yesterday, I helped G finish moving. Mainly, we loaded bags of stuff and took it to the local dump. There were also some things for donation. Everything is out of the old place now. Hooray for that. She will now start sorting through the things in the two storage units she had to rent and to put together her new camping trailer home. This move happened so fast that there was not much thought put into sorting, etc.

I think she is going to hook up the water in the little trailer. Hopefully, there will be no freezing weather. Last night, I read about her specific trailer and it is much different than the ones I lived in. Very complicated in comparison. I pray things go smoothly for her.
 
Eighteen years ago today my husband passed away. Eighteen years is a long time. It's very strange because sometimes it seems like recently, other times so very long ago. Some days I really miss him; other days he never enters my mind. I remember the good times we had together and the good times I have had without him since, which never would have happened. I wonder what life would be like if he was still here. What we, as individuals, would be like now in our old age?

He was a Good Man, not perfect but then neither am I. Every day he would tell me he loved me. He never forgot a birthday or anniversary (I often did, lol). Now and then, I have conversations with him, usually when I am struggling with something. Will there be a reunion when I pass over? Will he be there to meet me? That would be nice but I don't know.

Meanwhile, Onward thru the Fog, with one foot placed in front of the other.
 
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