Someday

Hmmmm,
Thought about writing a book.
No one would believe some of the stories I would have to tell.
It would be about the life of a confused, abused, abuser, alcoholic, promiscuous mother who raised a confused, abused, alcoholic, drug-addicted, promiscuous abuser mother who lived in the middle of the height of corruption in a big city with a big crime figure then ended up living in hiding in the life of a backsider in the equine business to trying to be all she could be in another whole different life.

Whew what a mouthfull.

But it happened
When I figure out a way to do it without it sounding like a confession or an apology or an excuse,
I will do a book.
I would like it to be a testimony.
A testimony, so others can see there is a way out and that life can be more than a better situation.

But not now, I have to go to the neighborhood grocery do I can get some kind of decongestant.
I am supposed to go to a ladies luncheon today and I don't want boggers running the whole time I am there.

;~)