I came here because I want to write. Most of it is me, what I am feeling. No one has ever really read anything I have ever written because I am too terrified to hurt feelings or let mine show. So I will word vomit everything on here when I can no longer keep it inside.
Everyday I wake up screaming. My face is a mask of calm as I kiss him good morning and start our coffee. My movements feel mechanical but to my husband they look fluid- practiced. I make breakfast, feed our remaining son, kissing him good morning as his ever-growing arms wrap around my wide waist...Continue Reading...
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