Stress. In writing.

Will my life ever be the same? who knows. Joey left last Thursday to move to New Orleans, he found a job there. If everything works out alright I will be down there with him in a few months. I pray every night that he has finally grown up and we will be OK. So things are going good so far. He left on Thursday got there late Friday night and he started working on Monday. He calls me every night, and I miss him so much. This last week has been absolute hell. But I am sure there will be more of those to come.
It is so hard living here at my moms house. I always feel in the way. And I feel like the kids can't be kids. This house is just too small. You really can't do your own thing without getting in someones way. So usually I get off work and go to my friend Samantha's house to just hang out. her and her family have been so good to me. My kids can play and be loud and make a mess without me having to worry about who it will "offend" i guess is the right word. Sometimes i stay over there a little too late but Samantha and I get to talking and I think that it will take a nuclear bomb going off to shut us up. She will talk to me about anything no matter what it is. Sometimes I just really need that.
Our Easter was good, it was hard not having Joey here with us. But I got through it. Our anniversary is coming up on the 24th and I am scared about being alone for it. He has already missed so much of the kids funny stuff in the last week I hate for him to miss so much more. Hayes starting grabbing his feet and really reaching for stuff. He is growing so fast. Time is just flying by. I miss my life. I wonder why things ever fell apart.