It's been 9 long long days since you left, and I'm not feeling any better, I was told that it will take time, but no one ever tells you how much time it will really take.
All I can really say for sure is that the amount of pain is equal to the amount of love.
I really really really miss you.
at work right now, and I can't help the stupid tears, it's killing me.
I need to talk to you about my son, he's been cutting himself, and it's getting worse, we are putting him into counseling, but I just don't know what to do, I was a cutter, before I met you and Mom, so I know that it's not because he wants to die, it's because he's in a lot of pain, or he just wants the attention, at this point I'm not sure which one it is....
he's had a damn good life, but I suppose anyone can be depressed about anything, regardless of how I see it...
UGH I don't know how to be more understanding, I honestly don't think that me being more understanding is what he needs! I think he needs his ass beat.
this is why I need to talk to you though, you would have some words of wisdom I know you would....
Can you talk people up there into installing a phone line please?
Love you Daddy, watch over Cassie, Merry, Annie, and Mom ok?
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