Today’s date seems all the more ominous with what is going on personally with the backdrop of the national tragedy 17 years ago.

Woke up around 4. Couldn’t get back to sleep. Looked at the phone, saw the truth bombs from Amber. As usual she brings in good points. I try to explain what I’m feeling, how I’m trying to come to a fair resolution, and the challenges I am going through trying to get there.

Darcie explodes once again. I don’t know how long I can keep doing this. I really do need a better social support system. How do I get there when I’m feeling so broken? Objectively I know it isn’t true, but subjectively I feel hated.