When you have no one to ask what to do

My six-year old just told me that he worries he’s going to die. Everytime he gets hurt, he worries he’ll die. Because of Tallulah. 

Maybe some could say he was being the typical dramatic kid but he wasn’t joking this time. Wasn’t trying to get laughs or eyes on him. He was serious.

Jesus fuck me Christ.

Every day she finds a way to rip my heart open. Still.

Told my boy that what happened to his sister won’t happen to him. Who should I call for support on this? Dead baby club, where are y’all?

Do I even believe it? 

Whatever happened, please don’t let anything happen again. I can’t do it again. Fuck me for living through it already.

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