Saturday, August 15, 2015

The train is going now. Every time I hear the train, every time I am driving and stop for a train I think of my son, Clayton who was infatuated with trains.

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It is no consolation to know other women go thru the same things I do. It does not fix the problem.

 removing myself from the situation is the only way to solve the issue fixing a broken person is impossible