Space? Sure.

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.