As I had mentioned Monday night and the PTSD dreams just about did me in but I had to pull myself together. I crawled out of bed Tuesday morning and poured a glass of wine, snuggled with my dog and called a friend. I shared with her the dreams of seven different times I was assaulted and how realistic the dreams had been. I took Mr. Corky out to walk me around the neighborhood and then back home to prepare for my day providing care to a client for the home care agency.

Still hurting but then a message appeared on Facebook from someone who had been a special part of my life. He did not know if I would remember him and I responded with a hell ya I remember you. Oh wow one of the few times I lost myself to a man and the passions we shared. I have been enjoying his messages due to the way he writes. The last time I saw him I had said no which hurt since someone asked me to commit to him. What a huge fucking mistake that was.

Even though nothing can come of our being back in touch it is nice to communicate. From the devastation of Monday to the great memories I would like to go for a lone walk.

Steady how you go. The past is a mixed bag; there are poopy parts hidden, only to be discovered when we go poking into it. Tomorrow has many good things, and the hope that you will achieve the greatness that Mr Corky already believes in you.

No nothing can come of our being in contact. I was pleased and flattered he remembered me and reached out. I oft times remember people how they were when last together and when he told me he was a grandfather my first thought was he was too young. Of course then I had to remember how old I am now. No there is a chance of causing too much pain and heartache. I do like reading about his life and successes. When you do not have many happy memories it is nice when one comes back for however brief a time it may be.

What happened to the edit button? I used their instead of there. Damned annoying this site anymore.