I've broken free of the Bastille, where I was imprisoned in a facade marriage. I was buried for 13 years in self-doubt and loneliness. And of course, I spent years numbing those feelings standing in the pantry. . . but not anymore. That part of my life has finally come to an end. It's time to start living again.
Sunday, February 21, 2010
Sand Through the Hourglass . . .
Time is running out for the vile one.
Soon, I shall close the last chapter of this horror book.
I'll keep you posted as it might still be delayed by a few weeks.
I've been thinking about you today!! Hope all is well!
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sand through the hour glass is the perfect visual - like one grain at a time. . .thought about you all weekend.
ReplyDeleteAnd then you and your children will be able to move forward ...
ReplyDeleteThinking of you...
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