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Lupesmom 
My son is off for October break (this new all year school), so we went up Haleakala, a dormant volcano. His father left me at 40 for somene else, but that wasn't enough. Because I wouldn't let him take my son to his girlfriends house, he stole all my stuff, even my horse, who I loved so much. Riding was my outlet that centered me and kept me sane. I was friends with other people who had horses. By the time I could get anyone in law enforcement to do something, he had killed him through neglect. He figured stealing my horse(he was not into them, but the girlfriend had some nags, I would committ suicide like my best friend did, who I was still grieving for at the time he left me. He figured that was the only way he'd get custody of my son. I think it was more a bullying, I want my way thing, not concern for his child, as if I was replaceable by the girlfriend at the moment. Anyway, that was over 10 years ago. I saw horse poop on the trail and broke out crying. I really don't like hiking, it's more a do it for exercise thing, like an outdoor treamill, there is nothing like being on horseback to see nature at it's best. Well I barely made it back up the trail, going uphill and got a sunburn to boot. Sometimes I just wish I were dead, but my son loves me and I could never leave him.
