Two dump truck deliveries in one day. I don't know if I can take this much longer. These games have got to stop. Hurting each other like this isn't right and it's taking away life.
What could have been a new beginning turned out to be one of the most painful days of my life. And not just my life. I imagine others hurt just as bad and I can't wait to hear the explanation for this one. There had better be no yelling.
No rosy tales, no delicate embroidery, no fancy footwork, this seemed to have been pure malice. A plan, detailed, thought-out, with arrows delivered with deadly accuracy and then the escape. Too bad it wasn't as clean as hoped, probably. Must have been a shock to see multiple vehicles in the driveway.
When I got home and thought, I wondered. The more I wondered, the more I got sick. The more I got sick, the more I knew this couldn't be happenstance, this couldn't be casual, this couldn't be chance.
Interference has to stop. Hearts have to heal. Lives aren't toys anymore, leave them alone. And leave me out of it. Leave her out of it. Leave them all out of it. Leave the other mother out of it. Pain is pain, it is so much worse for us all now than it was then. Stop.