Tag: Mental Health

October 16th, 2024

INTERVIEW

Claudia Amos (Real Name)

White

German citizen

Female

Three kids–daughters

45yrs old

Trauma?
Sexual abuse/mental/physical abuse as a child, grew up in foster care

Came to U.S. in 2000

A lot of domestic violence as an adult

PTSD

Addiction?

Ecstacy, uppers

Single mom

Five-year old autistic daughter was sexually assaulted by ex-boyfriend, blames drugs

Charge: Solicitation to commit murder

5-10 year sentence

In for five years now

Sees parole any day

“In foster care, you don’t get that family unit, the love. In Germany drugs aren’t that illegal. I was treated with MDMA for sexual assault at 7 years old in Germany. I was introduced to drugs in foster care. My Mom neglected us, taken away from Mom in 1st Grade. It wasn’t any better in foster care. 

“I don’t know if I’m going to be deported.

German Consolate helps in NY, they gave me shoes.

It’s very complicated. 

If Trump gets elected, I’m out.

Why was not my baby’s father charged??

“It was the April first week 2020 Harrisburg Forensic Investigators told me they had 500 cases of sexual abuse already.”

Paid attorney–plea deal–threatened with 20-40yrs

Filed PCRA last year. 

“Same detective that arrested me investigated my daughter’s sexual assault.”

Withdrew PCRA (Post-Conviction Risk Assesment)–threatened with trial

“Since I went ATA (Advance Travel Authorization), a lot of my paperwork has gone missing.”

“You are not innocent until proven guilty. You are guilty until proven innocent. I’m not a gambler.”

Were you judged worse because you’re a woman?

“Oh, absolutely. My baby’s father sex trafficked me, beat me up, I put a PFA on him, he retaliated on me. In here, you can’t fight for yourself. What was I supposed to do?”

“When there’s mental issues, you should definitely get help. Being in prison, I took time to work on myself. Have a relationship with God. I’m not the same person I was on the outside. I’m a positive person.”

What do you do for fun?

Sports, I’m an outdoor person. I do a lot with my daughters, trips, etc.

[If she gets deported, her daughters will not go with her.]

WOMEN’S CENTER

January 20th, 2018

Day 201

Saturday

10:30am

Getting ready for a meeting in Wellsboro. At least we’re going to meetings now. Last night I spoke at the meeting about a TED talk that I watched about addiction called, “Everything you think about addiction is wrong.”

It was really good.

The guy talked about the study involving the “rat park” where they took these rats and put them in a cage with nothing but food and water and cocaine-laced water, and the majority of the rats drank the cocaine-laced water until they eventually overdosed and died. But then they took the rats and put them in a giant “Rat Park,” with other rats and a whole bunch of things to do–an enriched environment, basically. These rats seemed only to use the cocaine-water sparingly, if at all, and none of them drank it until they died. So the guy said that, “The opposite of addiction is not sobriety. The opposite of addiction is connection.” 

I believe him. 

I we were all kind and loving toward addicts, and showed them that we cared for them unconditionally, like in NA and AA meetings, they would recover. The guy also cited Portugal, a country that legalized all drugs, as a huge social experiment, which have gone very well, considering. Another thing he said was that if our society changed to be more like Portugal, we could take all the money we pour in to the “justice” system and prisons and jails, and put it into re-integrating these people into society, with jobs and such. 

Good talk.

I believe it.

Let’s see what “When the Bough Breaks,” has to say to me today. 

“Emotional support is vital. That often comes in a quiet form. Being present, listening, is usually more valuable than any words.”

“Forever after, there will be a gaping wound in her soul that becomes inflamed on holidays, anniversaries, and for no reason that is apparent.”

“Losing a child lets people know without a doubt what is and what is not important in life.”

The most essential ingredient…in surviving we…is to speak of the dead child unashamedly.”

—Harriet S Schiff, The Bereaved Parent

January 21st, 2018

Sunday 

Day 202

1pm

Church: 

“Glorify God in everything you do.”

Acknowledge that He is God.

Psalm 100:3 

Know that the Lord, He is God!

It is He who made us, and we are His;

We are his people, and the sheep of his pasture.

Philippians 4:6

Do not be anxious about anything, 

But in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God. 

7pm

It’s sad–the fishtank is our new TV since no one is allowed to watch TV. I have to read some of my book, “The Incredible Years.” It’s my homework for parenting classes. 

1. Encourage Emotional Understanding Through Fantasy or Pretend Play
2. Children may be more likely to share painful or scary feelings with their parents in the context of puppet or fantasy play.
3. Be an Appreciative Audience
4. Use Descriptive Commenting
5. Use Academic Coaching to Promote School Readiness Skills

January 22nd, 2018

Monday

Day 203

11:30am

Seeing the kids yesterday was good, but Tiger seemed bored until the boys got there–not very talkative. She got all A’s on her report card and can write her name in cursive now. In fact, she’s so smart she wrote her name in cursive in dominoes on the floor. It was neat. She also gave me a picture she had drawn of she and I on a boat together. Henry drew some pictures for me too–he was so proud of himself.

Today was therapy–I talked mostly about how nervous I am to talk to the cops. I think they’re coming today. I have to call my lawyer–public defender. He’s okay. He did try to help me out of that ridiculous marijuana thing eight months ago–even if the Judge didn’t believe him.

I made up the paperwork to appoint a guardian ad litem for Tiger. I also filled out a paper to release me early from the Women’s Center. We’ll see how that goes. Yesterday Henry held me tight for a long time before I had to put him down to put his coat on at the end of the visit.

I’m riding back from therapy with a non-talker. He likes classic rock and country. 

Yech.

Almost back to the Center.

We’ll see what fuckery is going on there today. 

1pm

Pink is playing games with the fish–it’s hysterically funny. She says the fish are talking shit about her because their mouths are moving. 

Now I have to do my parenting classes homework: 

Use Emotion Coaching to Promote Emotional Literacy

“Notice and Comment on times when they seem calm, happy, curious, relaxed, excited, confident, proud, frustrated, or tense. This is a very useful way to help children associate their feeling state with the word and will be helpful in promoting their vocabulary for feelings.”

Coaching Positive Peer Play

Encourage Your Child’s Independent Problem Solving–don’t complete tasks for them. 

As About Feelings

Helping Children to Regulate Their Emotions

What is Emotional Regulation?

–refers to a person’s ability to provide adequate control over his/her emotional responses to arousing situations. 

How Quickly Do Children Learn Emotional Regulation?

–Neurological maturation

–Temerament and developmental status

–Parental/Socialization and environmental support

–Children who experience chronic stress, or lack predictability and stability in their environment, have more problems with emotional regulation.

Here Are Some Ways You Can Help:

–Provide stability and consistency

–Accept your child’s emotions and emotional responses

–Talk about your own feelings

Encourage Children to Talk Freely About Feelings

–Model Emotional Regulation

–Teach Positive Self Talk

–Identify Tough Situations and Use Them as Springboards to Teach Problem Solving

3:30pm

We got a new girl–I haven’t named her yet. She’s giving the women here the down-low on McKean County Jail–who’s still there, who left and who came back. Apparently, they’re having shake-downs–problems with drugs in the building too. 

Okay, back to my homework. I don’t even know why I’m doing it because I won’t be there tomorrow for parenting. The new woman has announced to everyone that she is mentally ill and all of her physical health problems–which include a previously broken back, liver cancer, small lung capacity due to heart disease (but she smokes), etc., etc., etc. And her sister was hit by a drunk driver (she’s in here for DUI’s) two weeks ago and taken off life support last week. Maybe I’ll call her “Walking Disaster.” Nikolai thinks I should name her “Suzie Talks a Lot.” Maybe I’ll call her ST for short. 

Okay back to my homework–I’m on: Identify Tough Situations and Use Them as Springboards to Teach Problem Solving

Often children resort to emotional outbursts because they haven’t learned strategies for getting what they want.

January 23rd, 2018

Day 204

Tuesday

4:30am

I got up at 3am–couldn’t sleep. It turned out to be a blessing, though, because I didn’t have to rush around to get ready for going to Pittsburgh today. I even got breakfast. We got a new staff along with Susie Talks a Lot yesterday. She seems nice. All I know about her is that she smokes and she’s been in jail before. I tend not to advertise that one when I’m just meeting new people, but whatever blows your skirt up, lady. I’m talking to the only male staff besides Mr. Big (I don’t think I named him)–he turns out to be really smart. He brings a Rubix cube to word to play with–he can solve it in like one minute flat. He’s really funny too–a real likeable guy.

Too bad he told me he’s leaving in two weeks. I guess the Center won’t work around his other job, which is at a bar. 

Sucks.

7:30pm

On my way to Pittsburgh. This driver’s pretty nice–he stopped so I could have a cigarette this morning when he picked me up. It’s raining and my joints hurt a lot. I’m going to ask the doctor if he can give me a cortisone shot in my hip. I hope he will. I can’t wait to get into the city. I love Pittsburgh. I guess part of it is that I always could get a job there. Now I don’t know what to do with the charges I have. I never had to worry about a background check before. I wonder if Bradford Hills would hire me back, or maybe I could be a lab technician at the school or something–both places I worked before. Of course now I have the annoying problem of my hands shaking all of the time–I don’t know if I’d be able to draw blood or put in an IV catheter anymore.

*sigh*

Maybe it’s just a pipe dream and I’ll never go back. Probably, because there is obviously the problem of sharing the kids with Dubra and my parents. The song on the radio just said, “A rebel without a clue.”

That’s funny.

This guy likes classic rock too. Well, whatever Tom Petty is classified as anyway. 

11:30am

I’m done with my appointment. My doctor decided to put me on a low dose of Prednisone for pain, and then another med I’ve never heard of–Sulfasalazine. That one I need to have bloodwork for first. I have to stop writing–my wrist hurts too much. 

Work should be fun tomorrow.

4pm

Today is John’s birthday–he would be 70-something. 

I wish he was still alive.

The women here are obsessing about the fish since the only thing to do is watch them. They are convinced that the fish have Ick, a fish disease. I told I don’t care, we can put the treatment in the water. At least then the tank will get cleaned. 

Nickolai is hungry and angry right now–hangry, she calls it. Suzie Talks A Lot is a know-it-all. She knows everything about EVERYTHING. 

I’m getting fat again–152 at the doctor’s today. Elaine is burping and Old Toothless is farting–a  nice combo. Elaine is talking about how she was traumatized by a fish when she was small. Nickolai really wants a cigarette. I am SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO sore from sitting for eight hours–my everything hurts.

January 24th, 2018

Wednesday

Day 205

2pm

I just smashed my knee on a freaking heater.

OW.

That just adds to the rest of my body pain. Okay, I’ll stop complaining. I went to orientation at MedPlast today. The job looks like fun–NOT. 

January 28th, 2018

Sunday

Day 209

2pm

My boys will be here soon. I haven’t written in four days because the job at MedPlast is completely and utterly exhausting. All I can do is sleep when I get back to the Center. The job is extremely fast-paced and repetitive–I’m just learning how to keep up. I’m only marginally faster than the fucking machine, and it sucks really bad.

You get four parts every 20 seconds, which leaves five seconds per part. That also includes keeping your area stocked up with the paperwork, and putting full boxes on a conveyer belt that is 50 feet away, while the machine keeps spitting out parts. Oh, and keeping up with waste bins. 

It fucking sucks. 

For twelve hours at a time.

The Center let me sleep for part of today, and I had a dream that Henry cut off his thumb and had to to to the ER, and then Jaxon ate a bunch of paper towels and had to go to the ER. 

I feel like I haven’t seen them for a year. 

Well, in reality, I barely have seen them for a year. 

And hour a week here and there…horrible.

WOMEN’S CENTER

January 18th, 2018

Day 199

Thursday

2pm

I’ve called my kid’s attorney (guardian ad litem) three times since yesterday. No reply so far. I hope she calls. I was at Crossroads all morning–two hours of women’s group and then an hour of individual counseling. It’s my last day with the women’s group, so they all said nice things about me before group was over. They said things like I’m strong, inspirational, knowledgeable, and have leadership qualities. I don’t know that I believe any of that. Most days I don’t feel those things, especially lately. Then I had individual therapy, where I mostly talked about how stressed I am! I just wish this anxiety would let us, it’s driving me crazy! I usually can talk myself out of it, but not lately. I’m not eating or sleeping…ugh. Nothing I can do, I guess, except wait for this whole situation with Tori to pass, or at least reach a resolution.

Cantilly finally gave me back my grief book. I never finished it. Near the end it talks about when “Special” Children Die: Families of children with cystic fibrosis seem to suffer profoundly following the child’s death, partly because family life revolved around the illness.

That’s how I felt when Ethan died–I didn’t know what to do with my time because he absorbed every second. I threw myself into volunteering, fostering cats, and got another job, moved, etc.

“Parent of handicapped children [who die]…have lives deprived of meaning and purpose in a singular and profound manner.”

“The long-range consequences following the death of a child with special needs may be even more pervasive than for healthy children.”

Social Relationships

“When people outside the immediate family are encountered who do not allow…expressions of emotions and thoughts about deceased children, it creates a resentment that is difficult to control. Many times a wedge is driven between those suffering the loss and very dear and close friends. We can refer to this as a “wedge of ignorance” –ignorance about the great importance of open communication.”

–Ronald J. Knapp, Beyond Endurance

Social Support

“There are greater impediments to getting social support for bereaved parents than for other mourners.”

“The members are an island of souls who have been or still are in hell, but who have to function in the real world among foreigners who don’t know the language of the island.”

January 19th, 2018

Day 200

Friday

2pm

New grief book: Empty Cradle, Broken Heart: Surviving the Death of Your Baby (wait–there’s a MANUAL, and nobody TOLD me??), by Deborah L Davis, Ph.D.

“While the death of a parent or friend represents a loss of your past, when your baby dies, you lose a part of your future.”

“Some parents feel that ‘back to normal’ is an unrealistic goal. That this experience has changed them forever.”

I can’t wait until 3pm when I can lay down. I’m exhausted from court this morning with my parents. It went fairly well, I guess.

10pm

The court order says  that I get the first and fifth Sundays of the month for two hours, and one hour every other Sunday of the month. They also have to notify me within 72 hours if they cancel, and make up that time at a later visit, and if they “desire to stay longer” at the visit, they may do so, subject to the regulations at the Women’s Center,” which doesn’t help me at all because the rules of the Center say only one hour.

Now I have to get an attorney for Tiger–she definitely needs a guardian ad litem. I didn’t even think of that when I went to court with Dubya. I also have to see if I can get early release–I’m very worried about this Tori thing. Only me and Tex were on the meds she was shooting up, so I could be implicated in all of this. 

It’s bad.

I have major anxiety about it. Nickolai’s baby (Temperance Elizabeth) is having the hiccups right now inside her belly–it’s really cool to feel. I really sincerely hope that this pregnancy and baby-raising work out for her. I keep reading these books on baby loss and death, it makes me nervous for her. Brystal too–who turns out to be a way better person than I originally thought. I really didn’t like her for so long, but she is very smart and funny when you take the time to get to know her. I worry about her and her boyfriend–who seems like a lame, lazy, party-dude who doesn’t want to be a father.

The police came again today to talk to Tori–I wonder when they’ll start questioning me. 

This should be fun.

I really REALLY hope I don’t go to State Prison. 

It seems like my life is just starting to come together, with the job at MedPlast starting the 25th, and my bereavement group and possibly early release…I have so much to lose. I’m so tired of freaking out about it inside my head all of the time…it’s exhausting and sometimes I feel like like I’m going to explode from all the anxiety welling up in my chest. 

Maybe I’ll spontaneously combust and not have to worry about any of this any more.

In other news, if I don’t get carted off to prison by Tuesday, I get to go to Pittsburgh to see my rheumatologist. I love and miss Pittsburgh. I never should have left. I have to stop thinking about what could have been, or I’ll get super sad. 

I so loved being a Vet Tech.

Sad how my life turned out. But self-pity won’t get me anywhere. I get to see all three kids this weekend, so that’ll be nice. If I can find enough salt, we’ll make some play-dough. The boys really liked that last weekend. I’ll have to check tomorrow about the salt.

I haven’t been talking to Nickolai and Tori much lately about anything but the recent happenings here at the Center, and my sponsor didn’t come last Sunday because of the weather and won’t be here this Sunday because she’s going on vacation, so my therapist in Smethport and my therapist at Crossroads have been bearing the brunt of my craziness lately. I’m isolating and I know it, but I can’t seem to stop doing it. I’m waiting for the next catastrophe. Speaking of, we did a group today where we had to wear a sign with a weakness of ours on it on our backs, and then other people had to act it out so we could guess it. For instance, Nickolai’s was “Childish” and Tori’s was “Messy.” Pink’s was “Asshole” (shocker), and Red’s was “Doormat.”

Guess what mine was?

…………….Catastrophizer. 

Yup.

Just waiting for the other shoe to drop. 

All of the time.

I’m beginning to feel crazy like I did when I had PTSD–just in nutso–land all of the time waiting for something to “get” me. 

Omg the Sleep Naze just walked in for 3rd shift. Usually she only works first shift. 

That’s my cue to go to bed.

Muncy State Prison

June 15th, 2024

Saturday

6:32am

Nikolai is here. I saw her in the Chow Hall.

June 17th, 2024

Monday

5pm

Court was cancelled.

June 18th, 2024

Tuesday

It is 100 degrees outside. 

Dismal.

Swiper, the new-ish roommate who is known for being a thief (and that’s why she’s here) got into a fight with Daisy, Cinnamon, and Morocco about some e-cigarettes.
Predictable.

Every cell she’s been in has accused her of stealing. I don’t have a lock for my locker and she already owes me a bag of coffee. 

Ugh. 

Now this room is tense and awkward like it was when Burgundy was here.

June 19th, 2024

Wednesday

Juneteenth

3pm

Tabby wrote me:

Justine, 

This stationery was given to me by my grandmother decades ago. She and I would exchange letters from the time I could read and write. She lived in Montana and I lived (still do) in western Washington. In those days calling long-distance was not an option as it was far too costly. I adored my grandma and she adored me. I was in my 50’s when she died-so lucky, so very lucky. I think about her all the time, especially when I bake bread, as she taught me how when I was about 12 years old. For years I would call her (as an adult I could bear the expense) every time I baked bread.

Anyway, this stationery is so very precious to me so I use it very judiciously. When it is gone–that’s it. She can never replace it for me.

I tell you all of this to let you know how much I think of you–I believe in you–you matter to me.

I was pleased to get your letter even as I realized how deeply unhappy and defeated you are feeling. I can well understand that. Vent to me as much as you need to do so. You need an outlet and venting in a letter is one effective way to provide yourself that outlet. It is not the only way, of course. But it is safe–it will not get you into trouble. It is not self-sabotaging. Hard as I believe it is, you must do everything possible to avoid anything that ends in trouble for you and therefore makes your time even harder. Easy for me to say, I know–but things are hard enough as they are. Anyway, enough of that–I did not write you with the intention of lecturing you. 

In terms of how expensive everything is in prison and how little they actually provide–I already did know that all of this is substandard and inhumane. And there is not a uniform practice either. Some places do a little better, some a little worse, and all of them not nearly good enough. I will do my best to help you from time to time. I am retired and on a fixed income. I am not poor–but I do have to be careful. Fortunately, I don’t have fancy or expensive taste, and since I don’t work, I live on perpetual vacation! That is good enough for me. 

I will help as I am able and am happy to do whatever I can. Naturally, I wish I could do more–a lot more–but I will do what I can.

May 11, 2024

I start most mornings at my sister’s house. She has Stage IV terminal cancer and is currently enrolled in a Stage 1 clinical trial. She is 10.5 months older than I am and has been “my person” since I was born. I am terrified of losing her. Folks tell you to “prepare” yourself. How on Earth can a person even do that??? They can’t. It is hard to describe how in limbo we all live–never knowing what is coming at her and if we can help her survive it. She has already significantly lived beyond the average prognosis and expectancy for her very rare and aggressive type of cancer, which means that we all entered the land of the unknown about a year ago. It has not been smooth sailing by any means either. Last year at this time she was actively dying. How we managed to save her is a long and complicated story–but it was her husband, best friend, and me who figured it out! Fred Hutchinson Cancer Center with world renowned oncologists and WE had to figure it out! Can you believe that? I am often caught up into a lot of caregiving and appointments–and sometimes that results in my very limited availability. If I ever seem unresponsive, that will be why. There are weeks when it is all hands on deck 24/7. It is usually very unpredictable as to when that may happen too.

So now you know something about my life. Also, my mother died 11/8/22. It was about one month after my sister’s cancer was determined terminal. If there was anything good in all of this it is that my mother didn’t have to watch my sister’s illness and live with the fear of losing her eldest child. They were very close. My was wonderful to all of us–I have a younger brother as well–but she and my sister were particularly close. I am forever saddened that my sister is going through this without my mother’s love and support even as we are all relieved that she does not have to go through any of this. But the loss for us? It is immeasurable and always present.

May 17, 2024

Well I no sooner finished the above when we entered an all hands on deck situation. My sister developed uncontrollable nausea and a full body rash from her clinical trial meds. Phase I trials are brutal as they are the first introduction to patients and are designed to measure toxicity. They are determining if humans can tolerate the medication and if so, can they tolerate a therapeutic amount.

Truly guinea pig territory. But as of right now there are no other effective options. She and I spent the day at Fred Hutch trying to get her comfortable. It is demoralizing. 

In any event your letter (2nd letter!) was in my mailbox when I got home at 5:30pm today. Truly a happy surprise, but now you are one letter ahead of me–so this long-ass letter will just have to count as two letters!

I enjoyed reading your blog stories. I had just come to the conclusion that I would have liked more stories about your experiences and life in prison when I got your remark that Motorcycle told you the same thing! It made me think that, given we were both thinking the same thing, that perhaps we were on the right track. Again, I would also encourage you to resume your interviews. Of all the things you have written, I find the women’s stories to be the most compelling and interesting. Your own story is compelling and interesting–enough that you wrote TWO books. 

6/2/24

I am going to have to just get this into the mail or you are never going to get it. As of today my sister is home and I am with her. They have reduced her dosage and did finally get that burning rash under control. It has been so miserable. I am hoping that things stay a bit calm for a while. There was more I wanted to write about but that will have to be saved for the next letter. You had mentioned that you would try to call me at some point and I hope you were able to get that arranged. Please call anything as I would like to talk to you. I am eager to get an update on your legal issues too. I could talk to Motorcycle but I really much prefer to get information directly from you. So please call or write again and let me know how things are. I will try to be a better correspondent in the future. I know I have been disappointingly terrible.

XOXO

Tabby

Women’s Center

September 30th, 2017

Saturday

Day 88

2am

I hate not being able to sleep! I guess we’re going to some sort of picnic tomorrow because Mr. Big asked (well, told) Tori and I to “make a dish.” As in a dish to pass, apparently. I hope we have the stuff to at least make a macaroni salad or something. This was unplanned. My mind just won’t shut off and I know it’s because what happened to Crash’s son triggered me. He hit his head bad in a football game. Had to be carried off the field.

My stupid mind. 

Crash’s son’s name is Joshua, so I looked up an inspirational quote from Joshua in the Bible and gave it to Crash. Of course she is still up too. I hope my children weren’t traumatized by seeing him get hurt. 

Is that selfish of me?

I have to write Tiger a letter.

And finish my letter to Bear (as in Momma Bear), who left for a while to go to rehab, but is coming back after that.

Okay, so I wrote Momma Bear a letter and I still can’t sleep! This is crazy! I guess it’s time to write Tiger a letter. It’s hard to write to a seven year old. Especially hard not to make it all “I love you”’s and “I miss you”’s.

12pm

I finally fell asleep last night. Crash’s son was up and walking finally this morning, so that’s wonderful news. We’re on our way to an AA picnic–it’s about 50 degrees outside. I can’t wait to see the kids tomorrow–I hope to God that Dubya lets Tiger come. I have candy for the kids and a letter for Tiger. I finished my letter to Momma Bear too.

September 30th, 2017

Hey Tiger, 

I can’t wait to see you Sunday, I hope you are coming. I made sure to get a bunch of candy for you guys. I heard at the football game tonight that one of the boys got hurt pretty badly. His Mom is at the Women’s Center with me. His name is Joshua–we all prayed for him. I’m sure they’ll take very good care of him at the hospital.

Anyway, I dyed my hair tonight and it turned bright yellow! It’s kind of a crazy color–wait till you see it.

So how is school going? And how is soccer? Do you like it? I can’t believe it’s almost October already! I wonder what the boys will be for Halloween. Anyway, more news on Joshua–they called and told his Mom this morning that he was up and walking, so that’s wonderful news.

We get to go to a picnic today. It’s kind of cold for a picnic, but it will be nice to get out anyway. On October 3rd, Daddy and I are going back to court and I’m going to ask the judge if you can come visit me every weekend.

Well, I can’t wait to see you tomorrow, and I hope you are doing well! I love you to the moon and back!

Love, 

Mommy

P.s. Always remember that I am proud of you every day, no matter what.

Lets see what my grief book has to say today. 

“Couples need to be reminded that a license to marry isn’t a certificate in mind reading.”

Interesting.

We’re here.