Chapter three

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It's been a long week....and long couple of months actually... After I cried in the bathroom I left. I couldn't stand seeing my baby boys scar....that I gave him... 
I sit in my car waiting for my job to open so I can go inside, I sit on my phone and look at Twitter. I see photos of Isaiah and Michael. My baby boy and my big boy. I miss seeing them so much!! Mike hasn't talked to me since then. And the reason why is cause I drank again........... Im so stupid! I feel so stupid!
I get out of the car and start heading inside and then up the elevator and into the record room. I'm recording new music for my new album. Well....writing it anyways. Oh well. I was suppose to go on tour for the fall but after the.......after I hurt saiah I couldn't tour anymore. My bus was all...baby proof and it had all of his things in it and I just couldn't do it anymore. I would have to sing what I never knew I always wanted and I could not do that. I would die!
Everyone else walks in and we get to work.

Later that day
I get home and walk into the kitchen, I get dinner started for myself then head upstairs to get into something more comfortable then I run back down and finish dinner.
I sit at the dinner table alone and eat my dinner. My phone buzzes and I pick it up, it's Mike. I open my phone and look at the message. It reads.

Hey carebear. I wanted to show you this picture. Isaiah got creative with the blocks and he actually did this on his own. He remembered it from Mother's Day last year. Remember that day? We where all so happy! I wish you would stop drinking so we could all be happy again. I do miss you carebear. And I so wish I could trust you. But I'm so sorry. I love you! And I hope someday I can trust you again. Love, Mike.

I smile at the photo then replyI'm trying Michael, I really am

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I smile at the photo then reply
I'm trying Michael, I really am. I just can't get over the thought of me hurting it. It kills me. And I'm trying so hard to get better. I started going to that...group thingy you recommended. I really want to see you and my baby again. I miss y'all so much. I will try my hardest to get better. I love and miss you too.. Love, Carrie.

By the time I finish I'm in tears! Bawling! My baby boy misses me and I can feel my heart physically breaking!
Speaking of group thingy...its tomorrow morning....crap...

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