I'm so sorry, Anne. Hope you can sleep tonight, too.
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There's a cat doing donuts attacking tail on my carpet. One guess as to who.
Oh, Anne, I'm sorry. Your poor mother. I hope you can help her, and that your father can get some help so that he's not so miserable and mean.
(I don't know how my father put up with it for so many years, my mother was so horrible to him for so long.)
Oh Anne. I am so sorry.
Hubby used to sleepwalk--or sleep interact--and it was years before I realized that's what was going on. I told him once what he said to me in that state, and he nearly broke down in tears. He swore that didn't believe that of me, but I was never able to shake the idea that some entity in his brain couldn't have said it if he'd never had thought it. I didn't tell him anything else, I'd just say his evil twin had been by.
Oh Anne, I'm sorry
I'm sorry, Anne.
I'm sorry Anne.
Thank you. I managed to sleep last night, but my chest feels all panicky tight. I know Mom's up, but she's hermiting.
Something about this feels like the moment when Everything Changes.
I hope it's ultimately for the better, even though things seem like a world of suck right now.