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who's afraid of the big bad wolf?

You have to read Lisa's on this one, it's a poem and it's awesome.

DARK. I am afraid of the dark. I didn't think I was until I got married and had someone to witness my fear. The good news is I'm confident enough in my skin to not really care about ruining my tough-girl image. I turn the lights on all the way back to our room when I go to bed. Hall light on, living room off, bedroom hall on, hall light off, Light beside my bed on, bedroom hall light off. Worth it.

I also will not look at a mirror without a light on. I'm sure it stems from "Bloody Mary" as a child/preteen, but I am genuinely afraid I will see a ghost/spirit beside me. I just don't want to deal with that, so I turn the light on or run by.

I also will not run after dark, even if it's with a buddy. I wish I could because I often get home from work when it's dark except now, when it's 105 degrees still... anyways, I'm really scared of being attacked in the dark.

LOSING ERIC. I mentioned this on my 20 facts post. But the fact that he got cancer with a 40% cure rate for no reason at the ripe old age of 26, I mean, come on. Then we found out he has polycystic kidney disease, which runs in his family, which is also linked to brain aneurysm. Which is what caused his mom's death. Sigh.

He calls himself a lemon. I don't. I call him Glemonade. haha. lame joke. couldn't resist.

I mean, we got his brain scanned this year to make sure nothing is developing and it's not. So we are good. But I'd be lying if i didn't say I was afraid. It's not every day.
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