time out. After the time out. A long drawn out process in many facets of a ruined life. The thoughts that can never be conveyed on what I actually would like to do to it all. In moments at the brink.
The concept lost on everyone but My Mum, Sister and Daughter! Though my sister would be horrified if she knew what I would like to do .... I have never told a soul ... except of course my dear departed Hubble of a hubby ... until his mind went ...
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