These are the scars that never heal! Heartbreaking!! One woman did so... much damage!! You where a child made to take on a reasonable that was to great! Chris when I was a toddler I did think you where my mother. You where the only love I had. I think if you where not there we may not have been alive today! So I thank you very much!!! You are the greatest ❤️
What a terrible burden to carry on shoulders so young. Living with uncertainty and daily terror does take its toll. I have always found it interesting that one can remember much more clearly the moments of disappointment and fear than moments of happiness and joy….. perhaps because the moments of terror and fear far outweigh the fleeting moments of happiness and joy. Your writing is on a very deep and personal level and I thank you for sharing them.
As I delve deeper into your story and experiences, I can’t help but wonder how you’ve managed to become such a compassionate person. That would break 99% of people. Thank you for helping me understand my father more. I’m grateful he can finally rest
Your compassion and clear eyes know no bounds, Chris. I feel the ache even as I marvel at your spinning beauty out of so much devastation. I don't even know what to say, really, but I do know that your writing has changed me --
This version of the story is clearer and more accepting of the horror. Somehow she made you feel responsible for her pain…. Good lord.
I too have had experiences of letting go when it seemed all my cells had molecules that needed to be expelled and how on earth was I to get that to happen?
These are the scars that never heal! Heartbreaking!! One woman did so... much damage!! You where a child made to take on a reasonable that was to great! Chris when I was a toddler I did think you where my mother. You where the only love I had. I think if you where not there we may not have been alive today! So I thank you very much!!! You are the greatest ❤️
I write about our story so that others may better understand the needs of the children in their community.
What a terrible burden to carry on shoulders so young. Living with uncertainty and daily terror does take its toll. I have always found it interesting that one can remember much more clearly the moments of disappointment and fear than moments of happiness and joy….. perhaps because the moments of terror and fear far outweigh the fleeting moments of happiness and joy. Your writing is on a very deep and personal level and I thank you for sharing them.
As I delve deeper into your story and experiences, I can’t help but wonder how you’ve managed to become such a compassionate person. That would break 99% of people. Thank you for helping me understand my father more. I’m grateful he can finally rest
Your compassion and clear eyes know no bounds, Chris. I feel the ache even as I marvel at your spinning beauty out of so much devastation. I don't even know what to say, really, but I do know that your writing has changed me --
This version of the story is clearer and more accepting of the horror. Somehow she made you feel responsible for her pain…. Good lord.
I too have had experiences of letting go when it seemed all my cells had molecules that needed to be expelled and how on earth was I to get that to happen?
Time has certainly brought perspective.
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It’s amazing to me that you have carried so much pain with so much grace.
❤️🩹❤️🩹 gentle hugs and love. The scars our parents leave for us to figure out. Shake my damn head for us all. And yet, I love who I am, today. ❤️🩹💗