Alone With BobA change in geography doesnt change Bob or Barbara in the least. It is warmer here and much prettier than the farm fields of Indiana but not much else has changed in our secret home.Bar...
We arrive in the state of Florida late at night. One week later. Hour after hour on the road in a cramped crowded camper and Bob. My avoidance of him number one on my agenda every day and every hour....
My sister has turned 16. She has failed 2 grades in school and is in the same class as me. No one so far has detected or cared that she is losing her hearing by the day. She didnt fail due to s...
All of the time I had lived with Bob and Barb, I had been told my father was Bobs mortal enemy... Marvin Dixon. Marvin Dixon was an Army buddy of Bobs when they were stationed in Panama. They n...
As I write this, Im so sleepy/tired. Tired because as writing this story of Barbara and Bob and their less than human behavior, I dont sleep like I always have. I am one that has never had trou...
Hungry and Cold. When I was allowed to come downstairs to eat or use the restroom things could somedays be almost normal. Almost. Who am I kidding? Barb and Bob had invented a new hobby. It seems I b...
Hell to Pay I feel the air leave my lungs as Barbaras huge body slams into me and knocks my face into the dirt along the side of the road. The safety of the cornfield urging me to come bac...
People often ask me if my husband was the one that saved me from Bob and Barb. No. I am no Cinderella. There is no Fairy Godmother. There is no Handsome Prince on a White Horse coming to rush i...
As I write this, I am searching my memory for one, just one, good memory. Were there any? I cant remember them if there were. I hate the bleakness of this story but things are about to change f...
Burning Love This part and the upcoming parts get more difficult to write. Today, I called my beautiful and brave sister, Karen. I didnt know Karen even existed or that I had a little sister until I ...
There is a time in the early morning, right before dawn that I still get a bit spooked to this day about my past. It happens more often than I would like. It rushes at me. Too quiet. Too ...
It was a bright hot summer day. Ill never forget it. Bob had gotten a long boat oar from somewhere. He just came home with it and since most of Indiana is land-locked he had no where to play with his...
Humiliation. I think these two people must have lain awake in bed at night to dream up new ways to humiliate my sister and I. 5th Grade. Lunch time. I open my lunch bag so ready for a bite of food. H...
The days seemed so dark for the next upcoming years. I wish I could forget as much as I remember. Writing this has been somewhat therapeutic but mostly painful. I write until I have to stop from the ...
Days flew by. As I said before, I loved it at the orphanage. Does that seem odd? It was clean and we were fed. We were together. All three of us. We had chores to do. Dusting. I love to d...
Well, I needed to take a break from the pages in my book for several reasons. Number one being that I have received so many questions lately inquiring about my husbands health and how he is doi...
I somehow feel I will get in trouble for the next upcoming chapters. Punished. Revisiting that time takes me back there. It is a place I visit rarely. Dark scary days. Hopeless days. They are all gon...
Chapter three will be boring. I will tell you that up front. Why will it be boring? Because it is "normal". Living and growing up in a happy loving home? No. But living and loving and being a...
I remember some but not all of those early days. When youre 4 and 5 years old, life is more about fun and playing. Skipping and dancing and friends. Not time and space, dates and order of sequence. I...
I am writing this since my publisher wants MY story from the beginning. My beginning didnt begin with YouTube or my husband getting a horrible disease called Cancer. My story begins some 50 years ear...
Thursday *sigh* Not much happening here in this cancer-rabbit-hole we fell into. I like it like that. My husband still cant sip water... Very well anyway. Food? Forget about it. Can you i...
Today is the day. We have been walking around this house these last few days as nervous as two long-tailed cats in a room full of rocking chairs. So scared. So worried. Praying and asking God a...
Monday Evening Friday it began. The countdown to Thursday. To me, its criminal to make a person wait 6 days to find out the results of the CT Scan taken on Friday. This weekend was brutal. We d...
Today Thursday Sept 22 I drug my laptop out to the front porch on this beautiful autumn day to write this. Dappled sunlight peeking thru the almost century old trees in the front yard. Light br...
Good Morning. Sorry I havent posted in a while. I have no excuse except my life is not my own anymore and at the end of each day, I am usually too tired or too emotionally drained to write my own nam...
Sunday Today, I am writing this because I have a break. Two minutes. I have had so many notes and letters and calls wondering "Why no blog post?" "Is everything ok?"...
Thursday 5:00 a.m. I am writing this in complete darkness on my iPad on 3G. How did we ever get by in life without 3G? Now that treatments are over and we are "Out to Pasture" I finally made ...
Monday 7:00 a.m. Today is the day! All weekend we have both been repeating "One More Day" with giant smiles. (Well, my face was a smile, my husbands more of a fake sad grin, to keep me happy)...
OMG OMG OMG Monday 10:00 a.m. Radiation Clinic Today, while waiting the 45 minutes for Henry to complete his radiation treatment for the day (5 more to go. Yippeee.) there was a couple waiting ...
Tuesday 10:00 a.m. Today we go to the Radiation clinic as usual. My husbands throat on the inside burns like fire. On the outside, it looks like hes been in a fire. The fires of Hell. I would love to...
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