Woke up, looked at the results, and dry heaved. I’m less surprised than last time but more devastated because we know what he’s capable of. I want to cry but I can’t for some reason. How are we going to survive this?
I have cried, I have felt sick, I have sat and stared at the wall in disbelief. I've ranted, I've cried again, and now I'm just trying not to spiral into what ifs. I honestly don't know what happens now.
