So here I sit. 35 a stroke survivor and now battling breast cancer. Shit happens right? Boy does it ever. I'm not unhappy, but I am fucking frustrated as hell. How is this happening? All to me in this short of a time. this is not even including the other events of my life thus far? This is just part if the health crap I have dealt with.
I am lucky to be married to a man who loves man truly. He would do anything for me. Our start was, well, interesting to say the least and definitely not how I envisioned starting a family. I never meant to hurt the people I did. Who does? I really fucked up there. I can't nor will i ever regret my choices. I am where I am supposed to be and with my love . Sure I'm selfish but this is where I am.
We have a humble home.I picked it out. Walked into its musty smell, saw the daddy long legs infesting every corner, smelled the mouse shit and piss, knew it was mine. It's a mobile. The property was overgrown with brush and dead trees. There was furniture left behind. I knew I would live here. It was entirely out of our price range. Our bid was ridiculous, and they accepted it. This is the only town I have ever lived in that I don't get lost. I have always gotten lost. It's eerie in fact how well I KNOW the town. I feel as though I was here before. It has a familiarity to that I almost take for granted.
We have lovable dogs and a whole lot of medical bills and my bad health hanging over us. We don't let it get us down. Much.
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