I wasn't lying this morning when I told Faylinn I smoked while I was in the shower— I did because she left it out on the dresser. I just left out the part about me snorting three Percocet, too. I'm still functioning, and no one is any the wiser, so it's fine. Hell, Claddagh is pretty much stoned every day and has been since we were fifteen, and he does just fine. Despite all that, though, today is the reunion I dreamed about, with the added bonus of my children.
Faylinn, Ironhide, and I spent the entire day in our living room, and I got to just be with them. Playing on the floor with my kids, getting to know each of them. It's a two-edged sword. I'm the happiest I've ever been, seeing these f*****g amazing little lives Faylinn and I created, but I'm also angry and bitter that I missed
