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Musing at 3 AM n a Monday

Story ID:7945
Written by:bobby o'neill mitchum (bio, contact, other stories)
Story type:Fiction
Location:Phenix City Alabama U.S.A.
Year:2012
Person:Self
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The Wife is asleep in the other room,it is quiet and peaceful this morning,the sort of morning when old ghost of old memories can sneak up on you before you know they are coming unbiden and unwelcome,tormented memories that you thought you had buried years ago,or at least you hoped you had,Regrets,Fears,Friends and circumstances that you would rather forget,but cannot,because no matter what you do,no matter what you say,they are a part of you.
What few friends you have left,you no longer trust because in your mind,they are only playing at being friends so that they can gain an advantage,or because they want somthing from you,you can trust no one,because you are afraid to trust,for trust once betrayed,like love,can not be retreived.You hate going to a military base because the memories are there,bad memories of a time long since past for every one but your self,haunting memories of what could have been,memories of somthing lost and never regained.PTSD is hell,and thats the truth,but you live with it,you struggle with it,you get weary of the seemingly endless nightmares,the endless medications,the endless theraphy sessions,but you live with all of it.Ah well,you tell your self,tomorrow is another day,and you hope that it will be a better day...
Bob Mitchum