There was this annoyingly smart boy in my class in 5th grade. He kept bothering me, but we kept a distant friendship. One time, he sprinkled CD dust on my head and then got told it was poisonous. I came in late the next morning and he thought I died. It was so nice to see someone care. We don't talk anymore.
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This is what defeats me every time. I miss my children so badly that every time it crosses my mind that my wife is dumping them on someone so she can run off and enjoy her life, I lose control of my bipolar. It's so fucking annoying! I want my children back in my life!!!!!!!!!!
I don’t remember a time where I could “just enjoy things”. What I remember is a time where I was able to enjoy something by throwing everyone who could be hurt by or suffer from it under the bus. I remember those times in MY life. And I am so fucking grateful they are in the past.