Life sucks, then you die.
Long story short, we're moving to KY, I thought about divorcing Logan, and now we're in marriage counseling.
Today was life story day. And people ooh and aah about Logan's alcoholic mother and mildly abusive dad, riiiiiight up until they hear my life story. Then their jaw drops and they don't have great words. Honestly, it's not that bad- I was never hit or thrown down stairs, but you'd think it was that bad from all the therapists. "It was a matter of survival," is a common theme. I survive. I have adapted mechanisms to survive. And I just keep doing it. It's all about the boundaries, baby.
