Right now, life is measured in strange little units. Days blur together, patience runs thin, and everything feels louder when the house is missing two voices that belong in it. Only one more sleep until Miller and Landon are home from visiting family in Arkansas. I hate them being gone. I know they’re safe. I know they’re having fun. But the house feels off without them, like a song missing a verse. Their rooms feel too quiet. Their messes feel oddly sentimental. Even the chaos feels incomplete. Being injured has forced me into a version of life I didn’t sign up for. Depending on other people for basic things chips away at me in ways I didn’t expect. I don’t like asking. I don’t like waiting. I don’t like feeling stuck while the world keeps moving just out of reach. Some days I feel like I’m slowly losing my mind one “Can you grab that for me?” at a time. My husband is trying. And honestly, he’s doing pretty good. He’s kept us all alive, which feels like the bare minimum but al...
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