Neil, your Dad knows what he's talking about. Good Morning Friends. It's going to be an even busier week than before. I'm behind at work (but boss is quite gracious right now) and mostly I'm working on being brave as I learn about how the law works in my sitch. Nothing about this is pleasant. When the word abuse comes up, people scatter like little ants. There are a few crime-fighting Superheros out there that aren't afraid, I hope I find them this week, so S15 can start healing. He's doing really great so far with the Family Counselor, and he will need some IC for a while, too. S18 has been brainwashed. Despite my best efforts to encourage him to talk to a priest or a counselor, he has decided to take sides and he has picked his Dad. I get it, but it still makes me sad. I miss my son. We grew up together. I'm not saying it's right, but he was my friend as well as my kid, and now he's unwilling to speak to me. And my job as a mother is to let him go and let him begin his life. Whatever he chooses. Oh cr@p, more purple puddles. This too shall pass, and Neil, you're right. Panic kills. Time to suit up for the day, and go fight the bad guys. Or at least try to get some work done. BTW, this tattoo hurts, but is healing nicely. Worth every penny. I think I'll get another one when I celebrate the D. Peace.
Me:44, WAW hx bi-polar H:48, hx of abuse S:22, S:19, D:16 Filed Oct 08, dismissed Filed again Jan 10, dismissed Now Piecing alter persona: SuperBoots