Last night, I failed you. You needed a different version of me last night, and I failed. I promise with everything inside of me to do better next time; I’m willing and I’m capable, and I’m just so sorry my sweet child.
Last night my expectations far exceeded our reality. Often times there’s a number of variables that exist outside of our circumstance that weigh on me. They build. The build so high that I reach out for any sense of “normalcy” in a routine of ours; but you weren’t ready for this overnight. It was such an unrealistic expectation to expect so much of out of you in one moment. It was blatantly unfair, and I’m so very sorry. View Post