I’d bought a costume. I had good intentions, but then OH was working, and I get home quite late. I don’t drive, and grandparents never thought to offer.
Little man didn’t get to be a pirate. He didn’t get to binge on goodies, see fireworks or help daddy carve a pumpkin.
I feel really bad. I feel disappointed for him, and for myself.
Maybe next year. I must do better.
On paper I have the perfect life, good career, supportive and loving partner and a beautiful little son. But today I want to die. It’s time to
set my thoughts free. Come along with my daily mental adventures and gain insight into warped thinking and it’s hazards and maybe support me along the way.
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