After four and a half months Jack is no longer being trained to use the toilet. He has a box, full of litter, and he loves it. I’ve been struggling with this decision for weeks, feeling like a “quitter”. He would poop and pee in the toilet with much coaxing from Curt and I. Curt [...]
GET that ball! get THAT ball! get that BALL!
Laying in bed last night with the fear of being loved creeping into my stomach, urging me to suffocate the man laying next to me with affection. I heard myself say, “I love you.” A phrase I’ve said numerous times to this man. However this time the emphasis wasn’t on “love”, it was on “you”. Thinking [...]
