Sometimes I look back over life and wonder how I survived. But by the Grace of God go I. I have skips in memory and missing years. I suppose it is a way of blocking out pain and survival mode.
Marriage’s, babies, moving, searching, church, pain, betrayal, how did I survive. I think it has made me a bit hard. Raising boys very trying, did the best I could, made so many mistakes, wish I could turn back time.
Turned 60 few days ago. Three sons and I got text messages but none called me and wished me happy birthday. Hurts to know that even though I know they love me they didn’t even feel call me. Do they not know how much I love them.
Maybe next year, one can hope, flowers would be nice.