I contacted the moms. I started with my mom, telling her what happened, and what my options are. Then, I finished it with “please don’t say ‘I told you so’, I already feel broken enough.” She’d never say it, as much as she may think it. Mom didn’t call.. I told her I couldn’t handle…
I feel like I might’ve memorized the list of rules for visiting a relative at the local jail. I stared at the sign in the visitor waiting room for long enough today. No cell phones, no running, no loud noises. Don’t stand or jump on the tables. No jewelry, except wedding bands. Don’t play with…
Sunday. Understandably, it was a rough night. I fell asleep without too much trouble; washing down a cocktail of melatonin and Benadryl with a couple of shots of Canadian Club helped. Just now, my phone’s autocorrect tried to make that last sentence say “I feel asleep”. It’s an appropriate phrase. Yet again, I’m feeling like…