These are the days when I want to pack up my children and run far, far away. I want to live simply, a quaint little house of my own, warm, safe beds, laughter, sweet things baking in the oven, and my children with me, safe and free. On these days, I want to cry out and scream, making
him see this frustration,
'Do you see what you're doing to them?!'. On these days, I want more than anything to gather up my babies, and just fly away.
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