Things have been a bit horrible today. My 6yo's excuse for a dad showed up for her even though we had plans and obviously she wanted to see him.

After she left I broke down I was so upset. I can't remember the last time I cried like that. I felt hurt and let down although I know she's too young to understand these things. Whenever something bad happens and I sink back into my little cave I sit stewing over things for hours, and for the first time today I actually decided to open up to someone.

I made myself get dressed and walked to my friends house, had a good cry and within an hour we were laughing and being silly. I can't believe that one small decision helped me get through something so quickly, and I didn't feel stupid for getting out my thoughts. It may not happen again for a while but I'm quite proud of myself for that today.