(((( Esthersvirtue ))))

I understood.

I tried to recreate your post in Creative Corner, (Child For A Day) but it's hard for people to get past the hurt.

I know if they could just see through the darkness, even a slice, they would feel the warm fuzzies that were there. Oh, maybe not everyday, maybe not "in the home" but playing with friends or with their favorite toys...those memories are there, just clouded up by the yuck and hard to get to for some. Me, I clung to those memories of play. That's what saved me.

Petunia