I remember when I gave a shit. When I woke up happy.
When things were "normal" and I didn't cry every.single.day.
How did any of this happen? How can it be four months? It's so fucked up.
I took Sadie to the park today. "Is she your only child?"
What do I say? No. Yes. Sort-of?
I say the truth - I have a son. Not had a son.