Backpains are here again, and am trying hard to remember those times when I was able to recover from this malady.
Dolor. It is only in my brain. And I have to get rid of it.
Tonight, I spoke with Mjean. Hearing her sorrows and troubles nowadays, my coccyx pain is nothing compared to what she is experiencing right now.
I am asking how a person could be so mean to someone? There is a kind of evil in such a man.
I just wish and hope she would learn to fight back. To never let him ever abuse her. Not even verbally.
She asked me which is better. Fighting against a dead man or a living one?
I assured her it is the same.
We have to try to take care of ourselves, so as not to lose our minds, and to take care of our health, or else, we would both end up losers.
Not to lose control of our impulses and emotions, not to lose confidence - that someday, these heavy rains would stop and we would find ourselves under a huge, pretty umbrella.
We will make it, Mjean!
P.S. We are both lucky, though, to have somebody around, on whom we could lean our heavy shoulders on.
