Depression is gross. Mind games are even more gross. Last night he said he'd move out today. Today he took the kids for a walk. There was no moving his stuff out. Every night I'm stressed out because I don't know if he's coming back here or if he'll be back in a few days after painting unicorns on his head, peeing openly in bus stops, and waking up in other girls' blankets. I'm sad, but I'm ready for change. Change is scary, but so necessary.
I look like hell. I'm constantly tired, my house is trashed, and I don't even care.
But I have cute kids!!
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