Hey reader. I'm better. I just needed to get away from there. Finding solace at work is fucking weird. I know. However sometimes we do what we can because it's all we have.
Step mother invited me and the midgets to move 6 hours south to my old hometown. I can't take them all away from where they grew up can I? Plus it would be dependant on them being ok and not ... Just complicated.
I have daddy issues and mom issues. But probably not what you're thinking. At least I'd hope not.
Karen offing herself in front of me fucked me up. I just hid it for years. I push things down after I break down. So I can survive.
Bill involving myself and my brother in his affairs also fucked me up. I held onto guilt for years before I let it go. Maybe people change. Right? Right.
It doesn't matter now. What matters is how I survive the next X amount of years.
Single mom or not. I gotta do this.
I was never big on big romantic gestures. I think because of trust issues. People have shown me time and time again they're not safe.
So why do I want one anyway? I'm derpy. It's ok.
Always,
S
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