He loves me. Okay. So why do we continue to do things which are clearly wrong? Apparently I’ve been greatly missed. So in all of that missing you found it okay to over draft the checking account?
I’m so tired of cleaning up the messes. All sorts of messes.
Can I be the baby for awhile? Please? I think running away for a month sounds good. Wait. The clean up would be epic. Strike the month.
See here’s the pitty part. Love isn’t the problem. It never has been.
Love is no replacement for trust. At this point the trust is non existent. When I can’t trust that the vital things won’t be taken care of, what is left?
I have two children. I only wanted two. So how is it I’ve ended up with a third? Being this man’s mother is starting to really take its toll. Shake my head. I resign the position. He’s been told, but I don’t think he heard me. I’m done. Finished, pfft.
I don’t know. I just don’t know if this is all going to shake out.