No one in my life knows that I used to be a high class hooker. Ten years ago, I made more in one hour than I do now in one week.

These postings makes me feel NORMAL.

I got the news from my MRI. The Army left shrapnell in my head after a TBI I got 1971. All these years, all the missed life. I'm starting all over again!

I'm going back to school so I can better myself and kids. It's also to get away from my cheating husband.

I tell everyone I am ok. But watching your friends get shot and blown up is not easy. Even if I have a happy face, I am dead inside.