This morning D12 (actually D13 in a few weeks) is depressed. She talks 'cheery' to D17 but looks down when she talks to me. I think she needs some space from mom and dad.
Me, I'm still numb. I guess it will take time to absorb what has happened. Still, I felt better last night not worrying about where W is.
I just want to yell at her and say "Look at what you've done! Are you HAPPY now? You better be because we sure aren't so it better be worth it to you"
Sitting with D13 last night after she left was awful. D17 seems fine but I know inside she's hurting. I'm hurting too.
