Long and Bumpy Road 2be continued...

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My body feels like I have been hit by a truck. I am sore all over and know its emotional. This poor child I am carrying is going to come out with massive anxiety from what I have put her through.

Glad the weekday is here. They are so much easier. H is not drinking and it forces him to face the grim reality of his choices. On the weekend he acts like a 19 year old frat boy...and I did tell him that on Saturday too. He didn't like it very much.

I am beginning to realize that he truly does not want a R with me. Why am I fighting it so hard in my head? If he wanted to be with me and the kids he would. I am sick of this.