Hi, friends. I had a really nice night last night and it makes up for the week before. First of all, I called my dear, dear, dear soulmate who lives in Illinois and we had a long, long talk, just like we used to, about everything under the sun. We know each other since her little boy was born and he is now almost thirty. We never fail to connect on a very deep level of understanding and we have probably shared everything about ourselves with one another and have also had many talksabout life, the afterlife as we know it, God, karma, and you name it. I am so grateful for her time tonight and since she has some stories to tell me, we are going to talk another night and it will be my turn to listen. This is how we have always worked and I love her more than almost anyone in the world. Secndly, my dear husband (everyone should have a husband like him) has taken control of the family of origin issue and from now on if there is to be any conversation regarding my ex-siblings from my father he has to call my husband, not me. My husband is upset that I have been upset, and he finally said to direct the calls to him, that he would not be married to me for almost twenty years if I was even one eighth as bad as they say I am, that they have no business trying to tell me where to post (I guess Sis is trying to use Dad to get me to stop talking about my hurting past on the internet). Husband just said nobody has any right to tell me what to talk about a long as I don't give out any identifying information. He also has a clear memory of my mother abusing son and me and is not going to make me hear that she didn't abuse me anymore. He also wants to put the kibosh on my hearing about the others, who he is not fond of. So Dad has to decide if he wants to talk about that anymore, but, if he does, my husband made it clear that he is the go-to person, not me. We wrote the letter together. It was a loving letter, but made it clear that I am no longer going to be hearing any siblilng gripes that really stem from old grudges of long ago. And that's the end of it. If either of them come up, I hand the phone to my husband. Perhaps he won't call at all. I want him to stay in touch, but it is up to him. I can not decide for him. I am so relieved. Hubby would have taken over a long time ago, but I am trying to heal and I wanted to do it myself, but my therapist convinced me that it is ok to ask for help ifI need it. Asking for help is hard for me, even from my husband, because...I don't know. I always feel like I'm the one who needs to defend me, but at this point in time, I just want the pressure off of me and to focus on my real family. Which brings me to more good news, which I am happy about. Jumper comes home from school very soon. After that, we plan on taking a trip to see Princess and the baby, who gets bigger, smarter and prettier every time I see her. We Skype daily and she knows me very well! When she sees me, she gets all excited. I wonder if she thinks I live in her tablet...lol. The last time I was there, she looked a little puzzled that I wasn't in her tablet!!!! So "the girls"...Jumper, Princess and Buddha Baby should be together again soon and we always have fun together. Now if only the weather would stay nice...but it's Wisconsin. That's asking too much, even in April! Love you all! Thanks for listening!