I know our stitches are a little different, but I am here alone, too. D4 is in bed. I should be trying to go to sleep but I haven't had any luck yet. I just can't drift off. I don't know about the forgiving either. I would like to forgive because I want to be forgiven, but sometimes, it is just too much to ask. It was prolly too much for me to ask of him, and now sometimes like you, I worry is too much for him to ask of me.
DAM, anyway.
Melissa
"Standing knee deep in a river and dying of thirst."
