35. “Emilee Lying”

“Eat your food Jessy.” I instructed my three years old.

But she ignored me and only continued to play around with the little plastic fork that had been set out specifically for her. Jessy had a long look on her face and that confused me. She simply looked sad and even angry, but she refused to say a word to me.

The moment I got into the room earlier this morning, I had seen Jessy wide awake, clutching the sheets tight in her hands with tears rolling down her cheeks and she had also wet the bed.

Which was something she only did after a nightmare or when she was really scared and my heart raced with fear and disappointment.

Fear that something could have happened to my child and I would have been unable to do anything about it because I was too busy getting my brains fucked out, and disappointment mainly because of the look in my daughter’s eyes.

I had immediately apologized to her and had tried to make up for it by giving her some of my food, it was really the best I could do. I did