Gus,
I’m not angry with you, its not you I promise. I’m angry with everything around me. I’m trying my best to be a good mama but it’s not working and I’m sorry. Sometimes I think to myself, I wish I’d never brought you home. I wish someone would come and take you out of my house and give me my perfect dog back, the one who died shortly before you arrived. My anger has nothing to do with you, nothing at all. I promise it’s not you.
Mary Jane,









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