Life continues on for a while as it ever does. Pressing forward whether you are ready for it or not.
Garnar continues to whisper poison into my daughters’ ears. I try to correct it when I can, but I can see their growing distain in their day to day interactions with me.
I try to do things with them, like make crafts or watch television. Things we would have done together in the past. Except now, they leave the room, or tell me they aren’t interested. Every time Violet sees me, she starts to cry.
In my desperation to pull my daughters out of this den of misinformation, I line up several house tours with a local realtor. She knows my needs and swears she can find a place to accommodate me and the girls.
I speak to Miles every day either through text or phone call. We haven’t seen each ot
