“Tired of staring at the ceiling?” Not really. I never tire of staring at the ceiling. “What goes through your mind while you are staring?” How I should be staring at the ceiling. “Your blogs used to be daily, and now they are sporadic.” True. I never know when the ceiling will remind me of the emotional pain of not seeing my kids because of petty access games. I never know when the ceiling will remind me how much I needed someone to listen to me, and no one cared.
Staring at the Ceiling
Staring at the Ceiling
Staring at the Ceiling
“Tired of staring at the ceiling?” Not really. I never tire of staring at the ceiling. “What goes through your mind while you are staring?” How I should be staring at the ceiling. “Your blogs used to be daily, and now they are sporadic.” True. I never know when the ceiling will remind me of the emotional pain of not seeing my kids because of petty access games. I never know when the ceiling will remind me how much I needed someone to listen to me, and no one cared.