It's such a high number now. 281. Not far from a year. He could have virtually had a baby in the time its been, yet its all still fresh for me really.
Not painfully fresh, as in I'm crying or depressed all the time again. Fresh as in I'm still living it. Because of the house and money worries etc. Whereas he's been removed from it for such a long time
Bastard. Fucking Bastard.
Today's drama mostly involves shit. Dog shit. My deranged old dog walking his poo all over the living room. Not something I wish to remember so thats all for today.
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