James is going to Golden this Friday, his stepdad asked him to come down, he’s paying for him to go there and go fishing but also has something to talk to him about. For the first time in 10 years I won’t have him sleeping next to me which scares me, I don’t know how on earth I’m going to sleep.
Of course my darling city directors told me that they expect to see my son and I at the annual scarecrow festival which brightened things for me. At least I’ll have something to do with Dante on Saturday. I’ll have to see about Sunday… with my mom being less than happy with me (as she told James what she thought about my lunches for my child and asked why I don’t give him KFC or other fast food shit.) I’m sure I won’t be seeing my parents this weekend or hanging out with them. Then again there’s plenty enough time between then and now.
ugh I just don’t want to think of being without James for the weekend… it’s already bringing on anxiety.
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