How do you start over and what is normal. Normal? Hell I don't know. When you live for so long in a disfunctional relationship how does one even begin to think they know what normal is. See, we are creatures of habit. We make the same choices time and time again. Shouldn't there be some kind of magical bell going off in your head saying, hey asshole this is the same thing you did last time and see what it got ya. Normal, I just wish I knew. My normal seems to be looking back, finding broken people with problems, turning some sense of pitty into what I believed to be love, fixing them up dusting them off, pointing them down the right path only to see them walk out of my life. Sad part is every time they went down that path they walked away with my kids. Normal? Well if that's normal, I want nothing to do with it.
