I had dinner with my ex tonight and, we're in the same shitty place, but possibly worse. I think I am going to have to get a lawyer to figure out the whole co-parenting arrangement.
I feel like I have spent the last three hours trying not to cry and then I got home and buried my face in my son's stuffed animal friends, inhaled his sweet little boy smell and cried...the kind of crying where your mouth freezes in that half-open grimace and your eyeballs feel like they're going to pop out.
I miss him already and I don't get him back until Sunday. Look at him I just want to squeeze him until he explodes!
So, I just climbed into bed because it's like a billion degrees below zero, with lots of blankets and some wine and Pellegrino, a cat, my laptop, and I Love Lucy.
You guys are the best. Thanks for allowing me to blather on about my problems, ask for advice about random shit and lust over handbags.