You can talk to me about it anytime. I hear you. I started over again at 48. It's amazing what tends to get discarded when you're trying to keep someone you love from dying in despair and pain in a gutter.

I did the best I could and it wasn't enough. It will never have been enough. People who never walked down that stretch of dark road don't want to hear about it. It's like whistling past the graveyard. That sort of pain will never touch them so why don't we just shut up? Gah.

Darling, I am happier than I can say that you are wrestling some love and joy out of life now. But anytime you want to talk history with me? The inbox is open.

*hug*

(mutters) some people's children....