just some thoughts from B

[punkin]

Me? I actually had a wonderful childhood for many years. I was a late life child, and spoiled crazy, until my mother became ill with cancer when I 10, and died when I was 14. Those years are pretty blurry, but not completely. I like to think they made me a stronger, more resilient person.

My husband was never abused. He might have been embarrassed, as his father was mistakenly diagnosed as schitzophrenic when he was 12 or 13 ( it was bipolar ) and locked away for awhile. Up until then he had been the typical Air Force Brat.

I don't see these as adequate excuses for their actions now. Suck it up and drive on.