I've been very down over the weekend. So has Jake.
Which means we get on each other's nerves.
Which means we snap and crackle at each other.
I hate it that being close to someone means you feel safe with them, which means you are more likely to casually hurt them. Not fair.
We show the world around us who we are by our actions even more than our words. When I am nasty and mean to my husband, my girls see it. My neighbors see it. The people in Fred Meyer see it. And I HATE it.
Inspirations from The Clay Hen
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