That night jolly guy came home and was stamping around and almost sounded like he was growling.  The girls and I stayed hidden in the one bedroom and again spent the night together; my daughter with her pillow and myself and other daughter sharing the twin mattress on the floor.  I couldn’t take it.  My… Continue reading Day 7

My mind was racing. I had a million things to fix and they all needed to be done immediately. I was in panic mode, more so than I had ever been before. More so then when I found out I was pregnant, more so than when Gingham and I divorced, more so then when I… Continue reading Day 6

That night my girls and I slept all in one bedroom.  My daughter on her bed with a million pillows trying to make her comfortable and my younger daughter and I sharing a twin mattress on the floor.  We were all livid.  I couldn’t sleep, I had to do something, it was bordering on insanity… Continue reading Day 4

We get to my parents house at the same time as the therapist and when she sees my daughter gives her a giant hug and they go in the house to start their session. I was off to the store and my parents to the basement so they could have their privacy. It took a… Continue reading Day 3 Continues

It was now day three of being home and I hated it.  All the girls were still sleeping when jolly guy got up to get ready for work.  I was having coffee and asked him when he thought his sister was coming to get them so I could have everyone up and ready.  He snapped… Continue reading Day 3