about trying to take this baby.
I don’t get it. All I did was
take a nap. My head is thick,
my mouth unsure how to
work. “Wha…what d-did I do?
And where will I go?”
While you were sleeping, Hunter
rolled under a chair, and got
stuck under there. He was screaming
and you couldn’t be bothered to
wake up and find out why?
Rolled? Hunter can roll?
Since when? He’s only six
months old. Six-month-olds
can roll? Why didn’t anyone
tell me he could roll?
I don’t care where you go.
Live on the street, sleep
in your car. Just don’t come
back here. And don’t ask
for money. Get help, Kristina.
She won’t even let me back
in the house to get my clothes.
Get my keys. She makes me
sit in my car while she gets
them for me. What do I do now?
Help
I need help.
The first person
who comes to mind