5 Things No One Would Know About You From BFP Alone

[Lynn]

When I was a child, I ran away from home and no one noticed. All that sobbing, walking across the bridge into down town, like a pathetic waif, and no one noticed. (pooooor me!) The desired result was *not* facilitated!

For two years, I have been seeking to obtain a job that pays more and has better benefits. One where I don't have to drive 400 miles or more per week. One that has some kind of retirement benefit. With all the interviews, I can't seem to make it to the final offer. I don't understand what I'm doing wrong. Do I want it too much or not enough? Is there ever going to be something for me?

Sadie has made almost a complete adjustment to her new home with us. She hops on our laps, plays fetch with her toys (and the cats'), sleeps in our bed, and leaps for joy when we come home. The cats are starting to relax around her, too.

It's gratifying to see my younger daughter doing so well in school this year. She's finishing up her final half year, so she can get her h.s. diploma. Then she will go into a college program for young adults with mild developmental disabilities. It's amazing that she's come so far. I remember all the years of uncertainty, especially concerning her health.

I still find it disconcerting to see certain people on Facebook (friends of friends) who used to be bullies. My bullies. Now they live normal lives with their children and spouses, and I wonder how they can even raise healthy, functional kids. What do they know about life that they didn't know then? Are their kids bullies, too?