Howdy,
It’s been a rough week.
My daughter has been battling a stomach virus, leaving the lovely Charity and me to juggle childcare duties while simultaneously trying to get into a new rhythm in KC. (We’re all fine, by the way. We didn’t go to the parade.)
The more time I spend with my daughter, the more I realize how much my PTSD—we’re an item, yes indeed…
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