I am sitting here working a divorce file and there is a couple in the lobby here to close on their first house.
I want to run out there and take her hand and tell her a list of things not to forget about and I want to tell him not to be outside all the time and forget HER.
I have really hit the point I can't seem to deal and I'm not bouncing back like I normally do after a day or two.
I wonder if I'm on the verge of a nervous breakdown?
I might call that doctor I liked so much when I was sick in April...
Oh, and my son told me last night that it might have been better if he'd stayed with his Dad because then I would only have to take care of myself.
That's funny.
If I'd have lost him, too, I wouldn't have even bothered to rent that piece of crap apartment...I'd have just walked off.
Oh, and "myspace". Got one.
In order to keep an eye on my kids, who are now both on there. D11 is a little sh*t. Informed me yesterday she really doesn't want me to be involved in her life anymore. Really? This was AFTER I took her to the beach. She didn't seem to mind THAT!
Hell, up until December, I WAS HER SOLE FREAKIN CARETAKER EVEN WHEN her father and I were still together. I did it ALL. He paid the bills. That is IT. Now he's friggin Father of the Year!?
