I spent hours waiting to hear from the hospital, then hours at the hospital, then another hour transporting and checking Sabrina into the crisis unit at Sweetser... again.
I need to be wrapped up in a pair of strong arms for the evening; a safe place to stay warm where no one can hurt my heart. There doesn't seem to be any safe place for me lately; I'm weary and restless....
......and I have to take a stupid photo of myself.
I'm making Thanksgiving dinner this year.. it will be yummy but the boys don't really appreciate the effort. Sabrina will be at Sweetser, my friends have their own things going on and so does the rest of my family... So I will spend an entire day preparing a feast for two boys who will only want pie and pickles and for myself who will be so tired of looking at food by the time it's done that I won't even have any. Joy. What the hell.
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| no... I feel bad |
I was made to be broken...
have you ever heard bones snap?...
that sick feeling in your stomach...
.....that feeling is me.
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