I dont really know what to write about tonight, just kinda felt like writing and then now its like im at a loss for words. I want to be able to share all the good stuff, the bad stuff, the ugly truth stuff, but sometimes its still so hard to get it all out. i can wallow in it, write to my sister about it, but cant really get comfortable enough with the pain to really get over it. it took me all day just to have a bath and that used to be one of my favourite things to do. i think i'm basically ready for bed, how sad is that? i think i might start to get overnight visits with my daughter and that seems so odd to say. im sick of having visits with my kids. i want them home and of course it all depends on whether or not the ex will cooperate so that i may go ahead with custody but he only cooperates when he thinks theres something in it for him.
The Pinhead Chronicles *DISCLAIMER* This blog is a semi autobiographical account of the contributor's real lives, past, present and future. Due to the sensitive nature of some events, the names of real people, and places are changed, in order to protect their privacy.
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