Forgive me. Just had to put this somewhere. Jeckle/Hyde night.

I'm hanging in the garage outside till he goes to sleep. I don't want to be here. I don't belong here. My youngest needs me.

My oldest is getting married Wednesday and I'm so happy for the man he's become and his amazing wife to be. I love her so much.

Things are coming apart. I don't know how to hold them together. Maybe it's not my job, but it's scary.

Not really sure what I'm trying to say. I guess I'm just rambling.

Listening to this. Hope it's ok that I share it.



It's gonna be ok. It's just a weird place for now.