I let my man have the greater joy of sleeping peacefully by promising to the gods, great souls and all those in that league, that I will not blog about his family, good or bad. He does not want to be on the net. There's a story i badly want to tell, which i obviosuly will not. And that makes me feel like the Father who was accused of killing Emily Rose in the movie and real life, Exorcism of Emily Rose. He too had a story to tell, only mine is not lame