Stress

So many things I want to say to him….I have written a huge email to him….addressing yet again….issues…things he never hears…never changes…

I held you tonight as you cried….not wanting to go….what am I to do? The court says you must….sometimes I am afraid to challenge it….afraid they will take you away even more….but I hate when you have to go….your so sad…and I cant make it better….I try…but the pain is there….

Should I address things yet again…you ask me not to on some things….afraid of the consequence of the words….but I think he needs to know…but your right….even if he knows…he wont change…

So we just held each other….knowing tomorrow you must go….

Sometimes dads suck…

Boys on the Wall

Well….it has happened….age 9….you officially put boys on the wall….the new poster of One Direction….there above your bed….I stared a few moments…between the horse posters…the puppy posters…the boys now….we laughed about it…the one in green named Liam being your favorite….how in just a few short weeks I will be scrambling to get the tickets….taking you and two friends to their concert in July for your 10th birthday….but for now…I walk into your room…and I see them…

Boys on the Wall…