I'm having one of those days where I'm just unbelievably angry. Like where I hate myself, and Leo can do nothing right, even if it's asking what he can do to make things better. I'm sure it's because I'm so incredibly tired because nothing actually happened that would have a sane person so wütend but I can't seem to chill out. It's to the point where I'm wanting to hurt myself to get some release.
Pride is what has kept me from it since my midwife will be coming by today, and I don't want her to wonder what's going on.
I've relaxed some. The difficulty and concentration required in writing this on a cell make it difficult to fuel the fire. I'm still not ready to leave our bedroom and see Leo relaxed like nothing happened, so I'm going to continue to listen to music with headphones on at extremely loud volumes while I finish folding laundry. Maybe by then I won't be a psycho bitch any longer.
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