Prolapsed uterus and prolapsed bladder…not to mention 2 decades of serious GI woes, an arsenal of laxative products, hours on the toilet. In the middle of the night sometimes. Liquid diarrhea.
my GI is all fd up. loud gas. Excruciating pain in the perineum with the least hint of sexual arousal.
those parts are dead now for this good reason.
but at least I go in a semi regular way when I wasn’t really toilet trained right by my mother. I was super constipated as a kid and she never did anything about it. The shit would reach a toxic level and I would get a “stomach bug” and blow chunks for a couple of days squirting out liquid diarrhea at the other end. When I met Alex I had shit up my ass in the most disgusting way and staph pimples on my bottom. His excema/psoriasis got infected.
I was so ill.
he was 35 and needed to get married and overlooked a lot of warning signs.
My mother’s interference with that first phone call kept me paralyzed and I didn’t betray myself that way, so, I guess this is the Lord’s timing Alex, I miss you.
nccotus 
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