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Two Day's Later.
I let out a sigh, picking at my nails as I looked back out onto the lake.
I was, and currently had been for the past probably two hours, sat on a random egg chair that was situated out the back of the house. Having perfect view of the lake, and the multiple kids toys that littered the grass yard between the house and lake/dock.
Over the past two days, I'd come to like the rather large egg chair as it gave me a great view of the lake.
Especially right now. The sun was setting, making it the perfect picturesque place. All I need now is a good book.
It had been two days since I got into an argument with Brad. And it had been two days since we had spoken properly to each other.
We'd exchanged small necessary sentences and words, like where we would be sleeping or what we were going to be eating. Other then that, we'd both kept our distances, which was rather easy considering he'd been out for most of the day during the past two days anyway. It seemed like work had become really important to him, that or he just didn't want to be around me. I didn't blame him. But by the time I awoke, he had already left to go to the base and he only returned for dinner before we'd both call it a night.
But it had also been two days since I'd last seen my children, since that disaster of a day had happened. I don't know where they'd been, I'd assume they were with Dee though as she had left with them, and also hadn't returned.
I didn't want to pry or demand that the kids were to come back because I wasn't ready. I've spent the past two days detoxing and going through withdrawals. It hasn't been fun nor has it been nice to me.
All I've been doing is sleeping and when I'm not sleeping I'm rotating between, getting hot and cold flashes, getting tremors/shaking horrendously, daydreaming/hallucinating and being very nauseous.
I've actually been thankful that Brad's hasn't been around to see me like this.
When I said I'd hit a low a few days ago, I was lying. Yesterday was my low day. I felt a bit better today but not much. Hence why I don't have a book in my hand right now either. I wouldn't be able to hold it because of how much I'm shaking.
But I was thankful that Brad wasn't here because I know this would just worry him. I held myself together while we ate dinner together at the dining table, but other then that I was in my-his room in bed or sitting on top of the bed as I tried to watch T.V to control my thoughts. I was also thankful that he wasn't here to experience the very bad mood swings I'd been having. They're worse then when I was pregnant with the twins, and that's saying something.
But I knew with each day I stuck through it, I was getting better.
