<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/132c/qanv0vlare944wbzg.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Jaclyn Rosendahl</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">Entrepreneur<br/><em>About Jaclyn</em> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289408.msg14241614#msg14241614)<br/>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></div><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… watch her absorb what happened to my Christina ... remember all those nights ... some days too ... incapacitated ... no clue how I rescued myself …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">"I don't understand cruelty, Courtney. Just don't. I think I saved myself from total despair by going back to when I was a kid. I was raised on a ranch. Animals died. Most were slaughtered for food and the few pets usually died from accidents or we put them down when they were too sick to ever recover. Death isn't normal, but it's part of living or something like that. Unavoidable."</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… her suggestion for a relationship between my submissiveness and Christina is curious …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">"You may be right on that Courtney. That's the intelligent me talking, not the one who still mourns. Um, feel free to tell Dr,. Kyle that. And if I think of anything that might help you, well I'll tell you and let you decide what to do with it. I know enough to not try to out doctor a doctor. Dr. Kyle's therapy seems to be working. Treating behavior instead of removing causes or patching over symptoms if you know what I mean."</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… give up? ... I know that pit ... seventh circle of hell! …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">"I don't give up I guess. Some do and I don't fault them for it but I don't or can't or won't or whatever. Maybe it's just my Serotonin and Dopamine. Unlike you, I can't live through my children. Maybe the Jamesons gave you something really precious that I can never have."</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… and to bed …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">"Yeah, guest room."</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… unwind from sitting and stand …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">"Through there. Sorry, only one bath. I'll put a a new toothbrush and toothpaste in there for you in a sec and then clean up a little while you use the batch."</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… head in and set the brush and paste next to the sink ... then into my bedroom where I grab the PJs – green and white striped satin top and long pants – and a clean cotton spa robe and set those on the bed in the guest bedroom ... and then into the living room to pick up the dregs of the wine binge ... glasses into the dishwasher ... the maid will run it in the morning with the breakfast dishes …</em></span></span><br/>