





His name is Cass and he is reminding me of the good in life. He takes after his mumma (my sister) in that regard. It doesn't look like he's doing much, and maybe he's not for this sub, but I wanted to share his adorableness. Sweet baby has anxiety himself but he's being brave to cuddle the crying human.
I don't know why tonight is so hard of all nights but it's 1am and I can't sleep. All I can think about is his daughter and how much I loved our little family.. There is nothing I wouldn't have done to stay a part of their lives. I've been journaling to try and keep my emotions in check so if anyone feels like reading 30 pages of my angst and heartbreak I'm happy to share, I could really use some pity right now..
I still just can believe it.. I wanted to marry him, grow old with him.. I loved his daughter like my own.. He didn't even let me say goodbye to her