Reread some entries, notably about hubby and people I love, i can see that i am full of my self importance. I am totally selfish like most of us in this lifetime. Nothing particularly unslefish or selfless as a deep trait in me. Yet I have been yelling since deep traumas, That i am super holy. What a fool I have been to think that. At the best, i will have been a small matyr. But certainly not a saint. May I be forgiven my vanity so ugly appearant on this blog, which is my clear mind without censorship. But with typos.