Lmao. Dear Lord. You do whatever you need to do. I’m tired overthinking 🤣🤣🤣🤣
My husband is an OTR trucker, gone about three weeks a month. I give him my dirty underwear for those long lonely nights. He brings them home crusty, in a bag.
I keep imagining myself bleeding out from my neck and stomach whenever i get angry or sad, it’s not normal, I know that much.
