Drop… Kick…
I should have seen it coming…
It started out normal… progressed as usual… Actually, it turned into a day where I felt good about my job and my kids. One is finally working towards getting his shit together the other is finding new friends to help her feel good about herself!
Then - BAM! The shoe drops.
The boyfriend breaks up. I find out the next day - After she tells ‘everyone’ else. (push, twist)
She SEEMS to be taking it well. BUT, the last time was disastrous.
I AM BESIDE MYSELF WITH DREAD.
Afraid to go to sleep!!!
After last night -
She woke me up at 12:30 because she threw-up. She threw-up because she ‘accidently’ took too much cough medicine. - She said she read the instructions wrong.
OBVIOUSLY, there was something going on but I didn’t know it.
AND she didn’t feel she could talk to me…
Now that I know. I am sick to my stomach.
Tonight, she sat and started a puzzle with her Dad. When was the last time that happened??? She says she’s okay.
OMG. I am sick to my stomach!