Another morning waking up from a dead sleep to what seems to be turning into a daily ritual: vomiting into the wastebasket I have learned to keep at my bedside. Waking up from the horrible dreams I cant seem to control. Nightmares of the face of the man I was married to for twenty-seven years, never aware of the total evilness inside of the person I trusted not only as a husband but also as a father to our six children. Unable to control during sleep, the pictures brought to mind match the stories recently told and confessed. This cant be happening to me or my family!
