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  O.K. guys and guyesess,  Normally I do not work on this journal till the weekend but one of you, you know who you are, asked me too.  There are some things all of you should know as I have been misunderstood on several things.  When I awoke from the anneurysm I did not know exactly where I was, or when I was... lollol    When I fell ill I lived in Fort Worth Texas.  I owned my own home and was well thought of in the community having been a successful business owner for seven years and as a coach for the Blue Raider association and others for several years.  When I first became somewhat aware of my surroundings I thought I was in Fort Worth.  I wasn't.  I thought it was 1995 or thereabouts.  It was closer to 1998.  My wife bought in my children, I was not married to this woman and was not the father of her children.  I was in a town 150 miles away from Fort Worth.  The doctors explained that it was reasonable that I would not know my wife or children because of all the brain damage I had sustained.  They explained that after a 79 day coma it was not unusual to be very confused as to date and people.  For the first year I thought I was in a very bad dream.  Instead of my nice house I was homeless and staying with my (fake) inlaws.  My father assured me upon my questioning him that this was indeed my wife and kids.  I asked to see a psychologist to get my reasoning back to working normal.  I saw this profesional for a couple of years.  By then I was back in college studying to get my psychology degree so I did not mind seeing her as therapy for psychologists is normal.  We started at my earliest memory and took the whole trip through my life.  She was a fruedian so most of her thinking followed Freud's theories.   I journaled dailly for her and saw her for two hours  each week.  So this is not the first time that I have journaled most of my story, it is the second, which is why the telling of it bores me.  In order to validate what I have lived through I tell my story so that others can gain from it.  I "feel" very little as I now tell it.  The first telling of it I unconsciously slipped into the third person.  This is not uncommon among people whose childhood was so nasty that their minds dissasociate.  I dissasociated many times throught out my childhood.   Has my life been "normal"?  I think not.  My mother was crazy and a drug addict.  My father was an achoholic and  treated me as if I were a lab rat undergoing some very nasty experiments.  What surprises me is that I came out of these experiences so 'normal".  I attribute it to my grandparents who basically raised me as far as teaching me my morals and values.  So please be patient with me as I will continue telling it and try to tell it is such a way that it is understandable, as wll as it can be.  E