Good morning, and TGIF. TGIFF, really. Thank god it’s fucking Friday. It’s been a long fucking week. I’ve gone from planning his escape to planning my own potential escape. The Be Sharp book has transitioned from pages full of lawyers’ names and numbers, to lists of things to be sold and the pros and cons…
Happy Tuesday. It’s Christmas Eve in this house, which means absolutely nothing, really. We don’t do anything special. Some years, depending on how money was, we’d open a little present before bed. This year, out of the three gifts I bought him, only one has actually arrived in time for the holiday, and he can’t…
Hello, Thursday. I’ve been up since 4am. He asked if I was having nightmares, but no, I just woke up and couldn’t get back to sleep. I woke up, and my brain said “Oh, we’re awake? Here’s some shit to think about.” There’s the anxiety about family bullshit. Will I get an invite to Christmas…