Oh my. I have to say I seriously freaked right the heck OUT posting that. Whoa. I actually did not realize how very much of the whole stalker thing was left rattling around in there. It's kind of a LOT. Thanks MUCH for the encouragement- have to go work through what really is a trigger after all this time. Whew. Just for the PTSD record, after 20 years one is sick, weak, pounding POUNDING heart, dissasociating wildly, can't spell or think, and for some reason the head wished to revert back to the old eating disorder! It's a very good thing some clinical detatchment comes with these dissasociative episodes.
That was 3 years ago- with bangs artfully and carefully arranged to hide the signs of aging. :) It works! I'm also not at all beyond saying I will be shallow enough to indulge in botox one day. :) There are more current photos, but didn't realize every one has sunglasses, hats, tennis visors, husband's shoulder, grandbaby, etc. hiding my face. I don't really go out with something between me and the world, much less have a photo taken. The kids say they have some but I can't look at them much less ask for one. :)
I'm not thinking at all well, so stepping back now! :)