Despite my dettachment I still find myself putting on his t shirt every night for bed. This is obviously a sign that things are not the way they are supposed to be. Regardless, it feels familiar and smells that way too.
In other news, I'm glad to have trish back. Things will be better from now on.
p.s. charlie is one year and seven months old. boy how time flies. but not really. it creeps like the snail along a sidewalk.
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