This was over nothing real, but we did not stop. Bear watched with uncertainty. I kept trying to end it on a neutral note as I did not want to leave things bad. I accepted fault, I often do. I wish Beloved had allowed me to finish it quickly.
I ran to the station without self awareness, running across roads and past other people whose faces didn’t register. This is not a good thing and I trust it will pass, but Bear cannot be allowed to see it.
12 Weeks - Antonia will be 12 weeks tomorrow. She is cuddly and snuggly and loves her milk, her brother, her daddy and me. Haven’t had her weighed recently but she’s ...
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