just a combination of many things, social media, no free speech, after all the time I've spent, Phil's diagnosis, my fight for justice inching on 30 years of fighting, and seeing no light at the end of tunnel, thinking I'm doing it all myself, and can't get a simple reply of encouragement. plus I do everything to access, and getting burnt out so often, they made fun of me about that too, when so many people are like me. you think you got me figured out, think again! I've decided to stay on my blog, and keep Messenger, and the internet, but no social media posts anymore, but I haven't deleted any account.
what happened to you kids, Sheri, you and Ronnie? I really don't know. just escape as adults.
ReplyDeletethey all said he was strange for playing with his hands in the puddles. never said anything about you, Sheri. totally shocking to get major mental illness.
ReplyDeleteThey called him, the duck.
ReplyDeleteon.e of many rare times, Sheri, when you didn't drink. nope. This is my time, I want to remember all of it.
ReplyDeleteyeah, being at the Friendly Confindes.
ReplyDelete.you did worse, Sheri, you played in a walk-in closet. ha, yeah.
ReplyDeleteparents felt bad, gave me whole basement in the new duplex. it was just stuff, just wanted to be with Jennifer.
ReplyDeleteMichelle, her sister, hoarded herself in the opposite bedroom basement. I don't believe she ever had a conversation with me.
ReplyDeletewell, Michelle wasn't swimming in the ditches with you guys. No. it's all grassed over now. flooding probably, in basements. Fletch did his best to save what I had down there when I was visiting my dad.
ReplyDeletewhere was your dad, at the time. Lubbock, Texas, I think.
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