I’m not sure how to say this without some of you stepping up the hate mail campaign.
The ones that we got for the boys?
That my husband told me I would have nothing to with and that he would look after everything?
That stink even though they get bathed regularly?
That shit so much my head explodes every single day I look outside?
To a new home.
For someone else to pay them the attention no one in our family did.
And most importantly, to deal with their shit each and every day.
I feel like today is the first day of the rest of my life.