tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565064927448520692.post6202202742640083496..comments2024-02-05T02:04:41.661-05:00Comments on Nana Life: Reasons to Love Monday - I'm not a hot mess any more!Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16177522637630437113noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565064927448520692.post-68966031155719737802012-02-13T12:11:50.237-05:002012-02-13T12:11:50.237-05:00Bless you, honey. I'm so happy to hear how muc...Bless you, honey. I'm so happy to hear how much better you are; that you have a life now, and a future. I came from a horrific background and when I married, the first time it was like being a kid again. I was 37 when I met my Johnny and had children. He, second to the Lord, restored my sanity. Without the Lord I'd have still been in hell. With Him I am rich- have all I need. Your Monday is full of what I call "SHINY" moments. May you always have plenty of them.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08563892811221295801noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565064927448520692.post-2270797365676015442012-02-13T06:59:19.264-05:002012-02-13T06:59:19.264-05:00Not all men... my daddy is awesome... and I've...Not all men... my daddy is awesome... and I've got some really outstanding brothers and remarkable sons... but it is very easy for the insane one in a toxic relationship to turn the tables on you and frame it so you look like the crazy one. *hugs*Heatherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16177522637630437113noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565064927448520692.post-13375214136089507362012-02-13T06:37:07.352-05:002012-02-13T06:37:07.352-05:00Being in a disfunctional relationship is not pleas...Being in a disfunctional relationship is not pleasant to put it mildly. My ex was the kind who would just not talk to me, spend hours on the computer and then drink at night when he got home from work. I would find myself getting more and more angry and bottling it up until I finally exploded and started a fight with him. He would sit there with this look of superiority on his face and call me crazy etc.. blow it out your ass he would say and then I would leave the room and he would start breaking things or shout vulgarities at me. I would ask him about the broken things and he would say what are you talking about? You are crazy. By the time our relationship ended I was crazy, I was thinking of ways I could kill him and make it look like an accident. I knew I had to leave when he started abusing my kids. Men suck.. period!Adirondackcountrygalhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08647770774053345725noreply@blogger.com