I told my friend that I believe we have stayed together through so much because we had lost Elijah.
She said, "It is usually the other way around. People split up after a child dies."
I said, "I know! I guess we were just dedicated to not becoming another statistic."
She said, "You just became another kind of statistic."
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I'm so sorry.
What he did was wrong. Clearly wrong and he needs to sort himself out.
I'm sorry.
xx
Still sending you love...
And, statistics are just numbers. YOU and your children are much more than a number.
if i was an ad exec and we were brainstorming ideas for a douche company, and then one of my colleagues came up with an idea that one-upped my idea... i'd say "douché"
and i bet everyone would think i was awesome. that would be kick ass
Oh, Jesus. Pointe-blank range. Every single human is a statistic the second we're conceived. It's going to work out for you. You're tough!
Statistics, shmastistics. Be safe.
Haven't been able to check in with you for the last few weeks...
I am beyond sorry that you had to undergo any harm. And so very thankful that the munchkins are okay.
And mostly, I wish I could be there to whisk you away to some paradise, where you could sit and watch the children scamper, and let you talk/cry/shout/scream, or just sit in silence if thats what you needed.
Instead I will offer you a mighty cyber-hug, and wish you strength.
RK always gave me the creeps. I am sure you are in major shock, but I support that it was the RIGHT move, especially after the violence/temper shit. You sucked it up to the bitter end. Time to let go now. Breathe.
You will be well, in time, hang on to that and hug your kids 'til then....
I feel like getting on my magic carpet and coming over. I want to give you a big hug.Love you!
*hugs* Let me know if there's anything I can send you or the kids. PRESENTS FOR EVERYONE!!
Get mad, dammit. Mad as hell. There is power in mad. It clears your mind and strengthens your resolve.
Thinking of you...
XOXOXO
Fucker.
Listen, you're not a statistic who ended up in the morgue. Everything else is just gravy!
Let us know how you & the kiddos are doing, OK? And how your pond-scum EPO man is enjoying the county bed-and-breakfast.
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