Unlike many of you who have really really painful stories, my story should be no big deal. I hate making it something it's not. Sure, there was something but doesn't everyone have something? I feel like such a pathetic wimp for my continuing whining. And that's why I hate telling my story. It nauseates me that I keep up this self indulgent activity of bemoaning my 'so so sad story'. I tell myself 'just get over it' but I just so love proclaiming my so-called suffering and looking for that oh, so feel good sympathy. On the up side, I been able to spare everyone except 2 people of my telling.