Monday afternoon I got home from work and was alright but soemthing was off I spoke to my social worker but still something didn't settle my kids got home my husband got home and I was acting high and then wham the tears started and wouldn't start. I was ranting that they kept asking me if I was happy to be back which I wouldn't have been if Jaden had been alive. The pills were useless and I couldn't stop crying I just bawled and bawled till I finally went to sleep just to wake up the morning call in sick and sleep til about 7;30 in the afternoon. So now I'm not sure of my days and planning on saying the little one was vomiting all night couldn't come in. Anyways that was was the first time I couldn't control it and I think it's because my period is coming. So next month I know to rent a room and go crazy it's funny now but horrifying then. My poor husband didn't know what was going on.
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