It's hard to keep moving forward after a post like the last one. How do you segue? How does the inanity happening all around me get thrown up after something like that?
I have gone every morning to school, early, to try to find her. He has dropped the children off. Ever hopeful at pick-up yesterday, it was him again. Parked, as he often is, in a handicapped space. No, he is not physically disabled. By the time he arrived yesterday and claimed that spot, it was too late to reach the police to call to report him. I think I shall call in advance tomorrow, pointing out how it is a consistent occurrence.
Consider this my moving forward post.
Because whenever there is something horrific near me, I have had the supreme good luck to be able to just move forward. Dead husband? That's the client. Chronic illness? That's the co-worker. Domestic violence? That's all those other seemingly normal people.
I move forward. I shake off guilt. I am such first world.