Seven months

there is no chapter , here, just self writing is a way of not landing the seven months on anyone,

The journey has been really unbelievable, as what ever I have except, experienced .

Is no wording explanation.

I have not made good descion & also I have been a victim of circumstances, however fallen, got back up.

I have grown, I have over thought & I have just waited for a magic wand, what a cliche.

I have had no home& my children no constant base.

I want a fairy godmother , as somehow I am fighting this unkind life.

How did we get here ?

Bad judgment s & faith that it would eventually come right.

The nights are my space.

The children are my guilt & my friends my rock.

Still waters run deep.

Nobody is responsible how we have been left.

Only I hat had to take control.

I think of all split families,

It’s all valid, how much people hurt & still carry on.

I love my ct deeply , with them & health surely that is what everything is about.?

I hope that when any one that finds this or relates to a unknown future.

My writing will make sense, a sense of the unknown & faith , that Nebraska gives you a quiet reprieve.

It’s just a huge world out there to live.

I hope this thought, is there for someone & I have written this chapter to a praise the love & every person has given me