7:22 am. foggy eyed, zombie like creeping around the house while he leaves not understanding why last night was so hard. in the end, it seems like it will come down to the crying it out method. i have no more energy, and hubs is in a goddamn dreamworld about the situation. he's concerned about getting us to new york for some "much needed fun" while i struggle everynight. fuck new york. i don't want to go. i want some sleep and my son deserves some too.
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