I am really up. These last blog entries have really shown me , once again, the reality of this house I share with hubby and the animals. Our life together. The fact that he strangulated me in a rage at thinking I was not injecting just shows he is completely beserk. When I look back, I am appalled and understand why I needed more fluancol than I ever had when we moved in here. This is not a normal relationship of safety and nurturing. Though God knows I do my fair share for it to become a reality.