Free writing again. Another shitty day. The kids got picked up by their mother a few moments ago, and the loneliness settles back into the house. They were picked up a bit early today, so no breakfast was cooked here. Man, I miss those early Sunday mornings when I cooked breakfast for my family. Pancakes, eggs, and bacon were the go to. This shit is terrible. I wish time could go back five years or so to fix the mistakes we both made. At that stage, there was probably still time to turn things around. I should have been a stronger personality and shown more leadership. I let her take on too much of that role. Just a whole fucking mess. Eight months have flown by so damn quick. Life and the way I see the world is so much different now