That Widow

Day 112 and it’s the last day of school for the week.

The oldest keeps asking if I’m happy for this thing or that thing and it’s hard to explain that no, I’m not really happy. I’m just pushing through each day and trying my best for them. If they’re happy that’s what matters to me but other than that I don’t really care about things like I used to. It all seems so shallow anymore. I don’t want to be around most people because they suck. They use and abuse and only want to do something that benefits them so it’s so much easier for me to just stay in my bubble. I have things planned to do with the kids and the rest of them can just leave me alone. I feel like an island that no one understands or they want to tell me what to do even though they don’t get it.

Day 112 and we’ll see what this break brings us.