There is so much more to stress me and it all does. I kind of wish my T could be my daddy tonight. He would make things all better. My car would get fixed and I'd know that everything will be ok. My T is all I've got. I've got no one else. My own dad died when I was a kid. He was abusive sometimes and I hated him and wished to run away. But oh I know how much he loved me so! He believed in family and doing things together and important dates like anniversaries. He was at a loss for knowing what to do for first aid on a hurt child but he tried if he had to. He wasn't good sharing feelings (except angry ones) but his sweet baby blue eyes and his smile spoke for him, many times over.
I am not sure if I will make it in to work tomorrow. I hate having to call in. Its so late at night now and I am still awake. Lord help me.