I can’t blog. I can’t think. I have to go over there to get his things. I can’t even drive past the effing road without moaning agony.
I can’t do anything else, either. I tried to go shopping today, to clear the road for utter breakdown when I get his stuff. I did get groceries. I also came as close as I ever have to truly flying into a rage with Hope. Several times. She WOULD NOT listen, and I just could not deal. I don’t want to do that again. Ever.
I have to do it. I have to get his things. I can’t, but I have to.