Mondays are the worst.
Ugh my day kicked off with a Post Secret postcard that said "my mom picked my step dad over me" and then I'm ending my work day with the podcast that is unfortunately all about this girl who is being sexually molested for years and is hopeless and ready to commit suicide. Thanks Monday. Please give me some extra shit to ponder. I didn't sleep bad enough last night. How many kids are being put through shit I went through right now? I honestly thought about this the other night, and thought...well, it would only happen when my mom would leave, but what if someone's mom is quarantined somewhere else? What if someone's mom is sick right now? She DID pick him over me. There is no way she didn't know, but I suppose since yesterday was mother's day, I can give her this much. When she was in the house, she was a silent protector of sorts. His own weird sense of decency? She knew and she'd say things like "You shouldn't walk around in a nig...