Crossing the street, harder than it looked….

I know I need to move on and I am… Sometimes, not often, but once in a while the anger creeps in…..

Its hard to forgive an not forget… Its hard to not be aware of the scars….

Been 12 yrs next month since dad died…. I never shed tears for his death…I shed tears for the ones who made him suffer at the end….

So yes, I have crossed the street, but its hard not to look back…

TimesUp #MeToo

I Remember….

Author: maggi9454

My earliest memory is before the age of 2... by the time I was 13, I had no childhood memories... No holidays, no birthdays... On 11/5/17 a shooter in Texas changed all that... It triggered my memories from my 13th year... The Air Force covered it up an it happened in Big Springs, Texas 1967... Domestic violence, PTSD, TBI and I too served in the Air Force 10 years later... This is my story to remember what was stolen...