And so does my husband but so far I’m ok. Fever, mild temperature, banging headache, sore everywhere, a little low blood oxygen, sleeping like a fairytale princess. So far, it looks like I’ll survive. My husband is doing the same…. Which brings me to this.
I got some news yesterday. Stumbled upon it while confirming my oldest son’s address. I’m sending birthday gifts to my grandson. His birthday is on the 18th. Two days after mine.
It’s killing me. Shattering my shell. Piece by piece it’s floating away into the dark water surrounding my ears now. Weighing me down as I’m grasping desperately to find the warrior.
My son and his wife have a baby registry online. A baby girl due July 11th. I didn’t know. I verified it with my YM who always knows all the secret things. She called later, crying, to tell me that OM is pregnant with a baby girl… Due NEXT MONTH.
Struggling to stave off being swallowed by the black water. Thinking.. wishing that the Covid would do its god forsaken job. I’m tired. It’s more than I can bare. I need to find the warrior. This won’t fit in a box. It’s just too much.
Imagine your children being your abuser… it’s nearly unimaginable.
Bye.
Tracy
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