I have been away for a couple of weeks - tired and beaten - physically and mentally. I barely get a moment to myself. Thanks to those who gave me support on my last post. I am still smoldering at the thot of being in the same room with a pedophile. Seriously, I can't seem to get over it.
Even tho Mr.S says it's not about me (and I understand that), I think I'm so upset because I'd rather be able to poke his eyes out. I want to punch his nose right through his brain. I'm just not a violent person! I hate that I thot he was a nice man. I hate that I told him his grandson was lucky to have him! Darn! Darn DARN IT!!
And just when I thot I was coping pretty well.