It’s Sunday which means today is the day I go and see him, a 30 minute drive there and back all for just 30 minutes to talk to him on a phone through glass. Me doing most of the talking since his days are all the same. But only 2 more after today. I dislike visiting so very much. I had to visit my mother when I was child and it brings up so many bad memories. Plus it’s Sunday I have to go back to work tonight and it’s the middle of the day I could be sleeping. Or better yet napping in the sun because the weather is beautiful. But I go and I don’t complain and I make sure I look good and plaster a smile on my face. I have to go no one else will. As long as he knows he has me, dangerous thinking because once he gets out it won’t be good (not for long anyway) I keep trying to decide if I am even going to let him Come Home. I know I will but the thought of not letting him does cross my mind. I love him to pieces but I shouldn’t be unpainted all the time and right now I am happy. So very, truly, genuinely happy.
This was yesterday, the smile reached my eyes, hasn’t happened in a long time.