He was attractive, sexy, funny, a great lover....but he was pretending to care. He was a player.

You give me a reason live and to keep going daily. I hate my life and everything about it except you.

My son thinks I don't love him because I live in a different state then him....How do I tell a 5 year old that he is the reason I continue to wake up every day.

At night in my sleep I really, really Fly. I have done it many times. It's always in the mountains and it's always snowing. Does this have any meaning?

I have one friend and work 60 hours a week...the only people I feel truly love me are the special needs kids I work with.