I have decided that I am not paying enough attention to my Bestest Friend.
He has looked sad.
So, for the past several days I have been carrying Monkey around all the time.
I made sure that I got him before mommy took me out of bed in the morning, and this morning I was extra careful to never let go even when mommy changed my diaper and got me dressed.
Mommy kept trying to get me to put him down, but I said no.
I was not going to hurt Monkey's feelings anymore.
He is in the middle of the floor now, but I know he is happy.
I can tell.
A person knows these things about their Bestest Friend.
About Me
- Marie
- I fill my creative outlet being the professional Wicked Stepmother to two teens, and Evil Mommy to two preschoolers. My emotional needs are met via insomnia and trying to deal with a Mother who makes life more exciting each day by nurturing her Borderline Personality Disorder. It is possible my Therapist puts it best when she says "Children of BPD parents rarely turn out normal." My husband would probably toast that statement...assuming I let him near the alcohol.
Me
My Bestest Friend
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