You know as a child I was timid, always afraid when someone raised their voice. I was afraid that a fight would break out. I was raised by alcoholics. I have memories that stick out and others that have blacked out details. Through recent events I have had memories I thought long buried come crashing painfully and emotionally to the surface. I can share these memories with my husband, he listens no matter how depressing they but they are depressing and I know it bothers him to hear some of the things I need to get out. This is my alternative, a blog that no one will read. There will be no schedule to this blog, it will be random and contain sporadic memories throughout my childhood because I need to get this stuff out.
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