I come home late from a shift and this is what I hear
Come home from a 12 hour shift at the hospital and turn on my phone. It's a text from my ex saying that when he picked up our eight year old after school for the weekend yesterday afternoon his teacher came out to make sure everything was okay.
Apparently our DS is starting the year off right. He told his teacher that I am dying of a disease and he has to take care of me. Wonderful of him right? He told her on account of his responsibilities at home he might not be able to do any homework. His teacher came out to ask his father how I am doing.
I'm doing well considering I don't have a disease... This is me finding out for the first time. Imagine my shock...
I'm so exhausted I don't know whether to laugh or cry...
So I cracked open a bottle of wine and here I am on my couch.
Who wants to share a glass?!