Over the next month, things were hectic, to say the least. It’s not like I was so busy I didn’t have time to do anything else, it was just hectic with every day being very different. On days I had therapy I would wake up relatively early and get some things done around the house, mostly so I wouldn't feel like it was a waste of a day. I’d then go to therapy, become an emotionally vulnerable mess, then go home and often sleep or cry and just need time. Ezra would wake me for dinner and then We’d train some more. Meditation still sucked but at least now he wasn’t making me sit on the stone-cold floor. We’d try different rooms in the house or even different areas outside in the grass still didn’t make a difference. Some days I’d be able to see James for a bit, he’d come over with Thatcher, we’d play with him outside, let him explore the house as James and I talked and just spent time together. The feelings w
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