Today was a normal day: Go to work bring my girls home, make supper, take my girl back to daddy's go back home, sit alone. Well at least its not a sunday. Sundays really really suck. I spend most of the day doing nothing.
I think that is one reason I am turning into a road tripper. I don't like being home because it still doesn't feel like my home. I am starting to accept my situation but it still seems so weird. People tell me my life will be so much better
now. I keep looking around me and wonder how? I know I definately don't want Leon back...that ship has sailed and I think its somewhere in China now. I still see the conflict on my girls faces when ever the BSB is mentioned, or when I have
to take them to daddy's or when I pick them up. They still are wishing that mommy and daddy could be together. By the way if you want to know where my true truthtelling is is in my poetry. If you can unlock the puzzle in my imagery you see
straight into my soul. I can't lie in my poetry even to myself.