Tomorrow morning i get to stand in a courtroom, alone, and listen while people I don’t know judge me about how I have fucked up as a parent. This was not how I imagined life to be. With a little luck maybe I’ll get run over by a bus on the way there.
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Every day is an adventure. Lately it has been an adventure taken straight from a horror movie, but I guess that’s still an adventure. Tomorrow is a new chapter, a new step. I have fucked up so many things in such a colossal manner, it would be nice to have something go right for a […]