In the Dark

Another morning waking up from a dead sleep to what seems to be turning into a daily ritual: vomiting into the wastebasket I have learned to keep at my bedside. Waking up from the horrible dreams I cant seem to control. Nightmares of the face of the man I was married to for twenty-seven years, never aware of the total evilness inside of the person I trusted not only as a husband but also as a fath...