Sometimes the anger rises up in me for all the mean and cruel things done to me and done to you. I think I would have been happier being physically beaten up within a fraction of my life, or even the end. At least then my wounds could be seen and treated, or find the end. Mental abuse goes on and on and on and all I can do is toughen up and carry on as best I can. But, it always

hurts like Hell. I do get depressed.
They don't deserve my depression! But, missing lovely, kind you, DOES!