Staring into my baby boy's brown eyes, as they well up with tears and he asks me when I'm going to move back in, why can't I lay with him, how he misses me being there by his side every night...
Listening to Ashley tell me how much she hates me, how she wants nothing to do with my apartment, listening to her mutter under her breath when I say that I love her..
I can't form complete sentences right now. I'm just way too sad. And I'm still not exactly certain what the exact point of this whole fucking exercise is. Could someone please remind me again?
Sometimes I really do believe that my dad's right, that the well being of our children is so much more important than our petty lascivious desires. Sorry, that's just the way I'm feeling right now.