I am officially sick of this separation. At this point I don't care what he's doing for us, I want him to COME HOME. His son is starting to call other people dadda and wants nothing to do with me. When I try to hold him or play with him he reaches for his Auntie... Boy I feel loved...
I have a new job, working in a warehouse on an assembly line. It's a good job, gives me something to do I guess. I have to be up at 4am to be there on time tomorrow. Yay. I'm not in the mood to write anymore, so this is it.
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