Well, I just finished my shift. Sitting in a cold park, thinking. It's not much changed. Then again, you could say that for much of the last 7 years, it's just not as intense all the time.
Very few people know. Most of my family doesn't know. It's not my story to tell, it's my daughter's and I promised her that many years ago.
I'm actually meeting a friend tonight at a restaurant she works with, a younger jid I used to work with I affectionately refer to as my third daughter. I'm debating whether to open up or not. But I really think I need to unload sone things. I'm not sure yet.

Sent from my moto g pure using Tapatalk