Well, here I am, sitting at work, doing nothing of the sort.
There are so many thoughts in my head it's a wonder there's room for anything else in this world.
I'm starting to find out how fucked up I really am; just how many levels there really is to my insanity.
CMFP has been helping me and I've been helping him.
I hope.
Sometimes I don't know what to do.
He's two people and while I love him and her both, it's so hard sometimes not to feel overshadowed.
I get jealous of all the women in his life, actually, the ones who participate in his life the most are in no way a threat to me.
It's the random girls that he may or may not end up making out with or who knows what.
They make me sad.
I can't tell if it's because they are beautiful and I don't feel beautiful, or if I feel they get the attention I wish I was receiving, or anything else.
I understand and accept the concept of polygamy, in practice however I'm having problems.
I don't feel satisfied.
He's been able to explore more of himself, and more of her, through me.
I've been glad to do it.
I love him.
I love my baby girl.
More than any other on this earth.