I am...

Who is who and why I prefer to keep my identity secret.

I had a blog once, a ton of followers, lots of blogging buddies, and people who I could count on at the drop of a hat.

Rewind:

 Oct 29^th 2009. 11:37am

Life changed.

I never thought I’d be brought to my knees by an act of selfishness.

I was. End of story.

Fast forward.

Dec 28, 2009

I was informed I wasn’t allowed to blog. My life crumbled.

What could I say?

Coming from a family where my brother was like my dad (this too, is a long story)

He was, errrr, IS, a NO nonsense and that’s, that kinda guy.

Don’t argue, NO, you WONT have your way. Get over it.

I respect him, and I quit my outlet, my venting, my, I’ll spew about YOU later blog. heh heh

 In hind sight…

Maybe it was better not to write about the emotions I was experiencing.

*ahem

Reading back/looking back… I was a lunatic. A raw, emotional mess if you will.

For lack of a better word… I really should have been admitted in a nut house.

No shiot.

In the aftermath, I went private allowing a select few to read my blog, to read my outbursts, allowing them to experience my hate, anger, hurt, pain and finally sadness.

It’s difficult to share. Even with friends. Or Family. I have my “safe” place and can hide within those walls.

Doesn’t leave me open for criticism pffft. I LOVE those walls.

About me and who is who.

I have 3 sons.

J. is 23

D, is 20

C, is 8

Quite an age gap!

Hubby is Hunny. (who on occasion I call my 4^th son)  I dig him..love him..and probably can’t live without him. (23 yrs we’ve been together)

And finally

1 beautiful dog (Bella) a PIT BULL.

I’m not going to pretend my life is amazing, it’s NOT.

Here are my ramblings (My alter ego if you will) I call her Sybil.

She’s my evil side, say it and get it over with.

I’m NOT cruel, I’m real.
Im ahhhhh..well... 
 I can go from loving to freakin nut case in 1.5
PROMISE
(laughs behind hand)
Im kidding.

Welcome to Sybil’s world.