There is never a good time or an ideal moment to speak unpleasant words. Words that must be said, so just spit them out as best as you can and in the kindest of ways to minimize the damage for the one who needs to hear those words.

If I did not have the life support of my darling hubby to prop me up, I do fear I’d slip into that dark abyss once again.

But, I do have the support of hubby and of you, my friends *angels* and out of respect for you, for me and for those who can not speak of their unpleasant thoughts, I will press forward.

During dark moments, that’s when my sense of humor kicks in and I shall share this convo I had with hubby this morning. Please note I am not mocking the seriousness of the issue at hand but when the absurdity of real life rears its ugly head, you gotta laugh because if I didn’t, I’d never stop crying.

*the convo*

Meno: When I think of those early years, I tried many times to run away but I was always caught and sent home.

*Hubby is listening*

Meno: Da, you know when all this stuff was going on when I was little, D should have stopped that shite from happening. He holds responsibility in this as well.

Hubby: You know what he is like…during times of trouble, he runs away.

*cue Meno starting to laugh*

Meno: FFS Da!!!! That’s exactly what I was trying to do and those bastards wouldn’t let me.