It is late and dark. With the lampost lights shining off the snow. I miss the city a bit, Montreal more than Toronto. But with my leg I could not walk anywhere anyway. 

I feel alone tonight. Hubby does not know my story: he became very aggressive each time I told him about traumas. He would not hear of it. Anyway, truly, it is very old history (16 years) and I have managed with keeping these horrors to myself except to other vulnerable people who had been in similar situations with security agents, hospitals, doctors and cops.