Thanksgiving was awful. I stayed home and cleaned all day. Wyatt stayed in his room.
I drove to McDonald’s and got Wyatt and and I hamburgers. Rae and the kids went to her dad’s. Wyatt wanted a traditional Thanksgiving dinner but I don’t have it in me.
Robbie texted me happy Thanksgiving. I said you, too. That was two days ago.
I still feel dark and numb.