It is comfortable here without HIM.
Boy and I enjoy the peace and quiet.
I awake screaming less and less.
The dreams, the awful, horrid nightmares of 280 pounds of unrendered fat falling upon me again and again have lessened. Doctor says that with time they may even stop.
This I pray for.
I have faith.
There is old Slovenian saying that translates to "well, he can't live forever." This is what you call my mantra. My safe place.
When dark times come, when HE comes, I repeat over and over again, silently to myself:
"Well, he can't live forever."
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