For as long as I can remember I was abused physically, sexually, mentally, emotionally, and verbally.. even tortured on occasion. At age 16 I grabbed a glass coffee table top and crushed it into my dad's head and body.. The next month I left home to live on my own,, vowing never to return. But things just weren't that simple.... I had been conditioned to put myself into abusive situations.. never imagined that things could get worse..
That was then and this is now....
This morning I arose with with my two dogs at 4 am,... in plenty of time to catch the sunrise. The sprinklers were still running from the night before. Snowy (wire terrier looks like Tin Tin) and Kindle ( golden doodle) made a mess, as usual, showering in the sprinklers and tracking mud and dirt through the house. My wife arose at 7. She's a Nurse Practitioner, and started working in her office. My 15 year old son is still asleep.... video game hangover. I have four sons. We are very, very close. They tell me they love me every day. In fact my oldest son, 38 years, just called. When we hung up I said,, "I love you my son," and he said, "love you too dad."
I love my life. My life is fun... and I am happy.
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