Ok, now where was I? Oh yea, Had I been hiding the past 20 years of my life? I thought so,but as I continued to the therapist and was answering her questions, my way of living unfolded right before my eyes. There was an explanation for me visualizing my husband everywhere I went, there was a reason... Sign in to see full entry.
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