I don’t want to get off the bed is the first thought on my mind when my eyes open. I don’t want to face the world. I don’t want to face Rhys, Liam or Tim. I want to stay right here with my kid curled up next to me.
No matter how relaxed and comfortable I’m here right now, this will not solve any of the problems in my life. So, I do what has to be done.
Over the last three days, I had enough time to weigh in my situation and understand where it could go from here depending on my decisions. I ended up making some decisions, but how they will play out outside my head, only time will tell.
The angry texts I sent to Liam have been unanswered, but the anger in me hasn’t yet vanquished. He shouldn’t have done something I specifically asked him not to, for his sake and my daughter’s.
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