Growing up, there were times I had a father, though he shouldn't have been around kids. Most of the time it was my mother and me. My mother taught me that most everything good takes hard work and sacrifice. Also to not care what anyone else thinks, but give them no reason to talk either. And there is no replacement for good manners. I'm trying to instill these things in my son and he's doing very well with "Please" "Thank you" and "Excuse me" even though he's only 4.
Any idiot can face a crisis - it's day to day living that wears you out.
My train of thought derailed long ago, now I take the bus, few more stops, but I eventually get there.
FM, costocontritis, wide spread arthritis, fibroid tumors, PTSD, 2 heart attacks at 22, PID
Buspar 10mg, Acetometaphen 500mg, Zantac 150mg, B-complex, Tramadol 150mg