It happened again.
It doesn’t feel the same this time. When I woke up a week ago I felt broken. Today I don’t feel anything, except maybe acceptance.
Hes being sweet today. I actually smiled watching him with her. It’s like her confidence blossoms under his praise. She usually shrinks, but today her head is high.
He let her dig a hole on the excavator yesterday, when I asked what it was for he joked and told me it was for me.
After it happened I went and lay in that hole last night and smoked a cigarette. I think lying there helped me find my calm and some perspective.
She’s okay. Isn’t that all that really matters?
I said I was good this morning…. And I think I actually might be.