Ole Doc Cris,
Are you a fellow hubber? I find your question precious. Do I know you? There is no outside help for me at this point. It is my time to ride out the storm. The drug addict moved out today, we will lose the house soon. Tomorrow I tell the children. The storm rages on. It will all be good in the end, but for now ... I write. It really makes it better somehow. A silly kind of therapy. I have a lot more stories to tell and most of them are not sad or cold but right now these are the stories I need to share. Thank you for reading.