i woke up feeling sad this morning. i remember having dreams about r. it's so much easier being mad at him. in the week between our appointments i'm always making mental lists of things i need to talk about, usually grievances. then, something (like a dream or a nice interaction) happens and all i can think of is: fuck you. come back to us. some days this whole thing feels surreal.
miss p keeps telling me that god will bring daddy home. do we believe in god now? what if she's wrong?
8 weeks
missing you
is a craving
not satisfied
miss p keeps telling me that god will bring daddy home. do we believe in god now? what if she's wrong?