It’s a shitty day. I’m trying to convince myself that it isn’t and focus on the positive, but it is. I can’t eat and all I want to do is cry. I wish I could just lock myself in my room and cry, but I don’t want my son to see me upset. Nothing like trying to stay strong for our kids.
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