I didn’t use to hate him, when we were dating we used to have fun just walking around the city holding hands and laugh at funny stories.
Today he came home and the kids got up from bed running to him so I left to go eat something.
He put them to sleep.
He then came down and we had a brief discussion about our son’s imminent IEP meeting. We are not on the same page, maybe same book but some pages off.
We got somehow to an agreement.
He relaxed a bit. Sat down and took out his pot smoker thingy and started smoking. A few days ago he mentioned he smokes to run away from his reality. Not sure if that meant me or his work or else.
He started laughing, he said a few funny things that made me smile also but then I realized he was…
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