In the First Degree

The new redaction of me is not going to go as placidly if I’m always second-guessing this relationship. It’s straight fucking disturbing to be looked in the eyes and lied to by a grown man as if he’s a child! Not your mother, doll. You’re not in trouble! I stand five foot, five inches. But,…

How the Fuck?

Train of thought… “laying next to you and not touching you. Not knowing if we really will be okay. Feeling like I’m lying when I tell the kids that I’m going to write out the fucking grocery list” The new current state of living: a bipolar emotional shit show with a man that keeps running…