So, I sit in the living room. He sits in the living room. I go to the table. He goes to the table. I said please give me space just a few days ago. Can't honor or hear or do anything I need. Does what he wants and what works for him. How in the world did I get here?
I am getting picked up to go out today. My van got taken by my son, so I'm waiting for a ride. If it were just me, I'd be gone. But, I'm here. Trying. Trying to be normal around my children. Shivering.
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