practically uncontrollably upstairs while we read books. he said to me "are you ok Mommy" i assured him i was and that it would be alright. BUt in the meantime my hear feels like its being ripped out of my chest seeing my children go thru this crap with me. we havent actually sat down with them and told them yet . but i know theres some way they know somethings going on and may be a little confused. they are doing well in school and seem happy. but deep down i think they know "hey" daddy and mommy are not them same. they dont talk , we dont do stuff as a family, etc etc. What do y'll think?
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