I sometimes wonder who I am. Not in the simplest terms, like wife, mother, friend, or even psychiatrist but more like where I belong. I find myself wandering around, trying to figure out a question I don't think anyone can ever answer in a lifetime. This isn't the person I present to society. If anyone …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
The Jarlena Journal 