Ok, the good thing is that she didn't need stitches. She really didn't cry. She was playing with her sister who is 11 years old in the living room. So I went out to ask Paul if he wanted me to fix him something to eat. I stopped to take a look at my watermelons. Raven came running outside with the baby yelling that she fell and is bleeding. I don't panic cause Ella isn't even crying. So I take her and look and low and behold she has a slice right under her eye, about an inch and a half long. I suggest taking her to the hospital and Paul said she didn't really need stitches. Which I agreed. It wasn't that deep and just looked worse cause there was a little blood. So I am cleaning it out at the sink and Paul yells at me for not penning her up. And for never using then pen the way it was meant to be used, and that it's just my fault. She was playing with her sister! She was fine and they always play together. Accidents happen! I felt bad too but I didn't yell at him and say it was his fault because of some stupid reason I just came up with cause I'm mad at the world at that moment. And no matter if you follow your kids around 24/7, things like that happen.
It turned out that Raven had Ella sitting in the chair with her and the baby dove off, and caught her face on the desk drawer handle. Raven felt awful and Paul yelling that this was all my fault made her feel even worse. I didn't know what to say so I said fuck it, everything bad is my fault. I told him to fuck off, and his response was "maybe I will!" What the hell is that supposed to mean?
All I know is that I really want to stick my foot up his ass the hard way right now!
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