So much to say, I don't know where to start.  My son is well, sweet and kind...with a trail of girls following from behind.        No longer is my life falling apart, I'm nearly back where I start. The Trauma and the drama have come to an end, finally, I'm on the mend. PTSD and Anxiety are the prices I paid for surviving the ride, most don't know because of pride.   The only things that changed are really not that strange. I've aged & grown wiser. I took down the most graphic of my poems but they'll be back now that I no longer feel under attack.                                        I'm not who I want to be and yet way better than I used to be. 

 I belong to a happy family, we are in a really good place and have an honest relationship.  I'm far from the women in red but I'm not the girl next door either . I'm blessed and usually stressed.