March 24, 2015

I sit and read or sit and watch movies, anything to get me out of my own mind.  I then place myself within the tales I have read or watched and wonder more often than not, why have I been given this life?  I have taken care of others' my entire adult life and ponder the thought (ever so lightly) of having someone take care of me?  I know it's merely a fantasy but one I relive over and over.  There has never been a 'love story' for me to share with my children, there are no over the top tales for me to tell other than those of horror and survival.  I hope that some day all those that have crossed my path will realize all that I have sacrificed for each of them, never expecting anything in return, not even recognition for my accomplishments or lack there of; because if anyone truly knows me then they also no I have not accomplished much.