Saturday, 24 September 2011
02:38:17 AM (GMT)
The babies. I got home from the football game, and both started crying. They both
had different tones to their cries. Benjamin's was screaming, "Please! Don't leave me
here alone! I don't want to stay in here! Stay with me! Don't put me down; don't let
Morgan's sounded like, "No. Just... why? Not again. I do this every night. Do you
really want me to grow up crying myself to sleep every night?"
Or at least, that's how I interpret them. I think Benjamin might have been scared of
something. I don't know what it might have been. When he cries, I'm the one who can
pick him up and he'll stop in a second. But he wouldn't stop. And Morgan. She dropped
her binky, I picked it up and put it back in her mouth, rubbed her back and gave her
a kiss, and she continued wailing. I felt like... like the worst person in the world
when I just walked downstairs to my room, again, as ordered by my douchebag of a
And this isn't the first time he's been like this to little kids.
Fuck fuck fuck.