So the boy has been gone for 19 days now. It feels like a blink and like a year. I miss him. He was so blah on the phone last night though. I need to learn how to talk to him again. I was so worried about making him feel bad that I didn't talk about anything at all. I have no idea when him comes home. I miss the kid who watched movies with me. Or drew or talked about what he likes. I fear the nasty mouthed abusive child that is so like his father and my mother.
I need to write him today.
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