#exsinglemom

How strange it is that my time is now limited. It never occurred to me it would be. In fact, when we were going through hell, I truly believed that we were always and forever safe. Those years of trying to escape to a peaceful and sane existence, I was sure nothing would every happen to the kids and myself. It was as if we had paid our dues. I had a deep belief that it had to end and it would. Then we would go on with normal lives. 

I thought I had a lifetime to tell them things. To teach them. To travel with them. We had missed their adolescence to the battle and I was going to make it up to them in their young adulthood. Now what do I do?