All needles will be confiscated and not returned!
I read the sign at the entrance and waited to be scanned. No beep this time. I have no watch. I am wearing flats.
I keep thinking what my daughter makes out of our visits. She is old enough to understand that these are not spa trips. Not that we ever go to a spa. Could I afford it? Last week I did 60 hours cleaning offices. If they let him go I will reward myself with a spa treatment. No, I won’t. We need to pay the rent.
I remember when her superhero was out of sight for few weeks. I told her that daddy was in the hospital. She is 9. Old enough to understand life.
I really hope they will let him go. He could still get away with 2 weeks in custody. No one will notice at the factory. I did put it through as his holiday. We can sort this out and start fresh. There must be ways to get him stop drinking.
It is all getting too much for me. Woke up this morning and struggled to get out of bed. Pulled myself together, exercised, cried for 20 minutes in the shower. Got out of the shower.
Googled ‘I want to kill myself’
Made my daughter breakfast. Cried doing dishes. We are sitting here. It’s been 5 hours.
“Excuse me Mam, you need to put that down. Now! No drinks allowed!”
I guess I need to be my own superhero.
“Mummy mummy, when is daddy coming?” Superpower