People that have heard a sliver of my experiences have often said I should write a book.  I never wanted to write a book but not long ago I told the entire story of something that had occurred with one of my kids many years ago....I realized something.  For the first time I felt the weight of that time lift off my shoulders.  It felt so good to finally say it all.  I guess it would probably be easier to say that for as long as I can remember my life was under a web of lies.  To my mother, honesty was the one thing that was always avoided.  She is still this way today.  I have often tried over the years to learn the truth about family and myself....working on family trees.  Quite often when I learned the truth it inflamed an anger inside of me.  One that I know I need to get out of me....it seems writing is the best way for me to do this.

This will most likely be all different paths as I am thinking of them.  Maybe one day one of my kids will come along an put them in chronological order.  Who knows, maybe they will understand what made me the person I am today.