Waking up in this house is strange. Even with Lila by my side I still get this eery feelings. If only these walls could talk...of the stories they would tell.
Not all of our things are here yet, I mainly just grabbed clothes for over night last night. Josh was in such a hurry to get Lila home. I've missed watching him with her. He is such a good father its hard to believe we didn't have kids sooner we could have been doing this a long time ago. Who knew if we woud have ended up like this though.
I woke up this morning holding my daughter tight. Just to let you know a toddler bed isn't comfortable. But after reading her a bedtime story I couldn't leave her. Josh put the guest room together for me and when he came to get me I had passed out with Lila in my arms.
I didn't want to run to him. I just wanted to come home. I wanted my daddu to protect me. But Josh...being well Josh took matters into his hands. I'm pushing through my day, trying to take care of Lila but all I want to do is hide away from the world and sleep. I have an appointment with the DA to show him the brusies. I'm not looking forward to it. I don't want to be one of those battered women that people feel sorry for. And I know that's the reason josh took me in. Because he feels sorry for me. After everything I put him threw he still sticks by me when I need help. I feel like such a horrible person.
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