I guess the good news about this weekend is that I survived it. Mostly.
Sometimes I can roll with the challenging behavior. And sometimes I can't. Sometimes the emotional armor wears thin and it gets inside me. And once that happens, it's so hard to recover. Once we both end up in tears, the floodgates are open wide.
I am burnt out.
And somehow I have to put the pieces together and figure out how to better handle him.
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