Gavin arrived home from a weekend at the grandparents house. He had a really good time and I'm happy for him. However, he brought with him a weight that bares down on everyone in the entire house.
He hasn't done anything wrong, per say. However, he's invading personal space and just putting everyone on edge.
I can't tell you exactly how much I hate feeling this way.
Gavin is my son and I wish I could be happy to see him. Sadly, I feel a sense of dread when I know he's coming home because I know what everyone is going to be going through.
I used to maintain hope that things would be different this time.
I no longer have the energy to maintain that false hope any longer. This is simply the way things are and there is little to nothing I can do about it.
If you had asked me a few years ago if I would ever feel this way, I would have said no.
It's funny how time can change so many things. :-(
