My phone rang at 7:30 this morning. Jack’s little voice was on the other end.
“Momma, I want to come home. To my house. I miss you. Please, Momma, please. I don’t like it here with Daddy.”
He and Miles won’t be home for another two weeks.
I totally hate it.
4 Comments
July 18, 2007 at 5:25 pm
Awww – that brought tears to my eyes
I know it’s so hard to hear your kids sad. I hate that for you! ((hugs))
July 18, 2007 at 8:21 pm
awwww
that’s a really tough one.
July 18, 2007 at 9:12 pm
i bought a new pack of cigarettes today. i’ll meet you outside. my balcony or your pumpkin patch?
July 19, 2007 at 3:36 pm
Your boys are very cute (though I know that doesn’t help). The older one could pass for a young Zac Hanson. From me, that is a rather large compliment.
Also, my cousins would go through the same thing each time they were forced to spend with their father–who, for a myriad of actions too vile to print here, is a very bad person.
Hearing them cry on the phone would break my Aunt’s heart. Back when she had a heart.
Anyway, it sucks and I’m sorry. Nobody should have to hurt.