Hubby is a Stinker!!!

He just went out to cut grass again, and he made the comment as he gave me a peck… I never moved last night… him… not me…. the stinker!!!

It’s not fair… I want to scream and yell… but I can tell you when the bed and I became mortal enemies….

I was 13…. and I died…. and they covered up all that bad that happened… the Air Force buried it, because I was just a kid and I wasn’t suppose to remember anything….

Surprise………………………………………

By the time we got to Japan and I pissed off Freda and they beat me into another stroke… life was and has never been the same… that was 51 years ago….

It was branded into my brain… the pain, the non stop pain, internally and externally…..

Funny, I just thought of basic training and the way I was treated, just because I was military already from being a dependent daughter… knowledge is not appreciated among women at that time… and they let their bigotry show proudly… but I wanted to serve, so I bite my tongue and did what I needed to pass basic… even with a broken body and a baby only 2 months old… I passed basic…

I look in the mirror now and am grateful for the lines, sagging skin… because no one sees a pretty woman anymore… but they think they are looking at a healthy one…

You learn to hide your issues, when you are told repeatedly it’s all in your head… my peers, got zero respect for them….

It’s a solitary life I have lived, even though I am always surrounded by people….

Can you go one week, without looking at another person or yourself and not judge????

It takes practice, it takes a desire, to not be bigoted, even towards ones self…….

Actions speak so much louder than words… which is why when someone tells me they are christian it begs the question, why do I need to know??? It’s not my life that is being labeled christian it is yours and it is up to you to live it and own it and you never can… when you have to advertise your faith…

I make no bones about being atheist…. why????

Because we are BORN atheist…..

Hubby out cutting grass, me, I got to exercise, so maybe by body will let me sleep tonight… already had all the heat I can handle, so prisoner of the AC house it is….

Have a gorgeous day…..

Sgt. USAF DAV I Remember… Margie and how she could sleep, before they killed her….