whitefingers's Journal

Gotta see the number...

Big family weekend.

Mother's Day. In the midst of all this. My daughter is getting precursers to anxiety attacks now. I wish we could skip this weekend. It's too much. Too much family.

She's asking to see a psychologist. I want to take her today. But the birthday party and Mother's Day....

I'm not sure what's right...

I haven't hugged her yet. I'm afraid to. She spurns me, or she shrinks from my touch. I don't know if she needs a hug, or if she needs people to leave her the hell alone. I always do the wrong thing.

We go to the police today. She'll be turning in the address of the house in which the assault occured, and her Word Document with his apologies and admission...

I'm wondering if the officer can get her My Space account accessed, even though she deleted it... Possibly... She's so strong. She still goes to work, 7 hours today, and then the police right after...

How? How is she doing this?

I have to get my daughters patched back together. They need each other. We have to stay together.

Dammit.

Dammit.

My cats. They're both on my bed. Thank you, God, for  my cats. And my dog, and my horses. And even the frogs and froglets...

Shit...

And my people...

I have so much.