Life...for a Sabo.

Have you ever...
...wanted to run away and go to a place where no body knows you?
...wanted to seek out a friend?
...told said friend everything that was happening in your life?
...been accused of something you never did?
...had your character smothered by a dishonest person?
...given in?
...wished you were never juded harshly by the opinions of a dishonest person?
...gone on with life because you know it's not up to you how someone handles a situation?
...had a regret?
...wondered what was going to happen tomorrow?
...had to take life one day at a time?
...imagined what life would be like if you had never joined the Army?

Okay, so that last question is for me.

Why must lessons always be learned the hard way for me? Why, when I get to to a point in my life when my lips and nose are above the water, I'm handed a drinking straw and my face sinks again?

I guess life has never been easy.

My parents loved eachother enough to have three absolutely hot children. But that didn't stop my father from being abusive. That also didn't stop my mother from leaving him after more than 20 years of marriage.

The choices I've made and repented of have come back to haunt me. I know this is Lucifer's way of making sure I don't forget what I did. I need to remember that the Savior remembers my sins no more. My clothing has been made white by the atoning blood of the Lamb.

Please, why can't he leave me alone?