I just took an anxiety pill and I'm having a hard time holding back tears.
My husband bought his 4th truck (he has 4) and drove over to our daughter's house and picked up our 4 yr old grandson. They went somewhere, I don't know. But my daughter won't let Zachary ride with me -- probably cuz she thinks I'm crazy.
I don't feel I can type -- I feel alone. I want to jump in my car and keep driving.
It's awful because my cat depends on me and since my mother passed last year my older sister came to live my husband and I. She is on the autism spectrum and her mentality is that of an 8 year old.