Friday, July 30, 2010

I'm scared here.

I'm at J's house, the kids are sleeping on the pull out bed, S. is at her Dad's because He and I deemed my house too volatile after I screamed when he came at me, after she curled up in a ball and shook like a little leaf, and curled herself up in my arms and moaned that she wanted to go home.
I don't know what hurts more: My stupidity, or the loss of hope.  Hope sucks.