I love reading late at night and early in the morning. I love the going and not the being left behind. I love the gurgles of my daughter and the chatter of my son. I love when my family calls and I hate that the only way I can be with them is over the telephone. I love when my husband calls to say he's on his way home from work.
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i forgive you! oh, wait, i'm in the same category...i can't offer forgiveness, only empathy.
The first step of recovery is admitting your failure.
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