trying to make me go...
Rehab. On Wednesday. I'm going. I'll be gone for 28 days. I don't know exactly what I'm hoping to get out of it, other than some sort of change because I can't handle living like this anymore. I'm tired of living the lifestyle, of dating the kind of men that go along with it, of all the legal problems I've had. I don't want to end up doing to my kid what my mom did to me. Not that I am, currently. I am not anywhere near that bad. But I don't want to get any worse, I want to deal with this before it's much harder to fix.
Rachel, if you read this, don't you dare tell Carmyn. She has already made it clear that she will judge me just for the fun of it, and I don't need her gloating and gossiping about me some more.
I am making a personal decision. It isn't anyone else's business, and I hope no one else will get involved. But I also hope that when I come back to Wausau on July 7th, I'll be in a much better place.
I'm gonna miss my baby boy. Every time I think about leaving him for a month it makes me cry. But I know I'm doing this for him.
Rachel, if you read this, don't you dare tell Carmyn. She has already made it clear that she will judge me just for the fun of it, and I don't need her gloating and gossiping about me some more.
I am making a personal decision. It isn't anyone else's business, and I hope no one else will get involved. But I also hope that when I come back to Wausau on July 7th, I'll be in a much better place.
I'm gonna miss my baby boy. Every time I think about leaving him for a month it makes me cry. But I know I'm doing this for him.