It was the best of times, it was the worst of times… So Friday I was so tired I went to bed at 8. Slept till 7am wow. I had a well balanced weekend. Great time with Tim, not such a good time with the kid. I want a girl. I have a boy. Sound balanced?
My goal was to get to his court date. 4 days left. 4 days. We shall see what the judge does. keeping him might not even be an option. I told him this morning that if my rules and how i run my house were not something he could come to accept quickly, that there would be no hard feelings and we would make other arrangements.
Am I cheating him and I out of something. Am I missing something? How is this affecting my health. Does guilt really work on me this well?