Another morning awakening from a dead sleep to what seems to be becoming a daily ritual: vomiting into the wastebasket I have actually found out to keep at my bedside. Waking up from the horrible dreams I cant seem to manage. Nightmares of the face of the male I was wed to for twenty-seven years, never knowledgeable about the total evilness within the person I trusted not just as a hubby however also as a daddy to our six children. Not able to control throughout sleep, the images brought to mind match the stories just recently told and admitted. This cant be happening to me or my household!
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