The End to a Beginning

There are days that I want to pack my bags and leave my cozy bed behind, leave my sweet dogs behind, walk away from this life I have built and pretend like none of this ever happened. If I could just go back to my quiet mornings of reflecting with a cup of coffee in hand, go back to a peaceful home, go back to a clean home, simply just go back.

Some days I don’t even want to come home. Some days I can’t bear the sound of her voice, days where I don’t want to see her face, days where I don’t want to be in the same space as her. Most days I just want to cry and scream like a baby until my life goes back to the way it was before she arrived.

My sanity, my privacy, my peace and my freedom all walked out the door as we welcomed her into our home.————————–