My husband and I have been married 38 years. I was one of the women who reported
that I was lucky to have him - don't deserve him. He is so good to me. How can
anybody be that good? I dunno. I'm not. I couldn't put up with me if I were someone
else. I can't put up with me being me. The is a terrible situation.
Especially lately. The economy, you know. OH THE ECONOMY! We've been robbed
of everything. I'm gonna call the police.
I sit in my black polka dot Lazy Boy and watch TV in the semi gloom. I'll go out in
the back and take a few puffs of a cigarette. I shower. I brush my teeth. Sometimes
I carry around my one-person electric blanket like a two-year-old.
Please don't tell me to stop feel sorry for myself or to stop whining. I want to say
exactly what I said. I will come back and read it in a few days and perhaps answer
me. Or kick my but t.
Samiam ... (Cute name) Time will tell with your financee. Wow! Planning a wedding with
chronic pain would be very difficult. The past two women I've spoken with have had breakdowns
after their huge gala. I only made it to one - live band, fireworks, sit-down dinner. Nice! My
husband and I should have put $200.000 in the envelope. We didn't. I don't think anybody did
except their relatives. Close as in Mom and Dad.
Samiam, could you make your type a wee bit larger. "The better to see it with, my dear," said the
_________<--name that literary character.
Post Edited (Pamela Neckpain) : 3/27/2009 4:30:10 AM (GMT-6)