I don't love you.
I don't know if it's real or my mind messing with me: but you are a hard day to get through.
Especially when Charlie was up in the night throwing up.
And Ben didn't want to sleep in...even a little.
And someone crashed my van and we might have to pay for it.
And our freezer is wonky.
And our kitchen light won't work.
And I'm the only one in the house who knows how to do dishes.
Or empty ones that have milk in them.
Seriously?
What did I ever do to you?
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