Sunday, couch day. I moped like a two year old. I had my best friend and my sister in the house taking care of the kids as well as two motherless women can and I pouted. Thankfully, my body no longer had the ability to cry, so my kids were under the impression that mommy was sick.
I don’t even know what my feelings are today. I cant process anymore and I have to take a break from the grief. My sister and I said goodbye to my friend and drank a bottle of wine, rehashing all of the horrible things that have occurred.
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