Therapy went well. I snuggled with some fun people. Then just as I was pulling into my driveway it hit me.
Happy Birthday Tommy. I hope you aren’t hurting anymore. I miss you.
I want to call my mommy and I can’t.
Therapy went well. I snuggled with some fun people. Then just as I was pulling into my driveway it hit me.
Happy Birthday Tommy. I hope you aren’t hurting anymore. I miss you.
I want to call my mommy and I can’t.
…. this is traditionally a brutal month for me (?too-no assumptions). BDD asked me about an anniversary date recently and I was wracked with guilt for days that I had to go look it up. It’s the first time in my life I haven’t hated February.
I’m sorry honey. I hope that the weekend gave you some peace and quiet. He’s definately not hurting anymore, I hold tightly to that belief.
*gentle hugs*