TruthSeeker
Diamond Member
When my cat died, I cried and cried, for days......and days.....but then I got a new cat (after a respectable mourning period of 6 months...) and she is always there for me in so many ways. Home on the east coast, came out here to paint curtains and visit relatives!LOLI've got a mate that's a poet. He quit writing ( he goes on and in how his PTSD is SO bad, when I have it) I wish he would write another riddle, or poem..( beware of my poor me story-lol!) You made me laugh! My poor ?! Love that ole' scrawny thing. ( I would cry if I could. I cried all my tears at partners funeral.. 9 years ago) my real soul mate.
Life is hard enough. Let's just add some damn PTSD with it... darn it!
Have a lot of fun on East Coast???!!!