Dear Mistiis, The problem is that even though my questions might seem deep-my answers are fickle. Up and down and sideways. And slippery. Can't get ahold of 'em to make them count. or last. or work, hardly. too little, too late. day late, dollar short.

Real love, yes that's the key. And I have that from my wondeful husband.
But the pain still does its damage and is so unrelenting, it messes with your mind.