Hamster the thought of that makes me want to disapear. I do not even want to think about the feel of my H's ckin. That jsut makes mine crawl to say it. But to each there own.

Grounding is part of what got me in this mental mess. I was driving. That seems to help me alot. I was driving the baby to sleep and past a dumpster. One this guys used to dump me at. He'd get me lost and then do what he did. I found the dumpster. That was 18 years age. Things sure look different in the daylight when someone is not trying to get you lost.

Oh well. I'll figure this out eventually I guess.