Yesterday

Yesterday, my ex kidnapped my son from school to take him to a therapist who’s name he got from a friend, without knowing what she actually does.

Yesterday, my son wrote his name, then crossed it out again and again, because he is somehow “not right”.

Yesterday, my sister told me to report my son’s teacher for letting him go with his father.

Yesterday I cried at work, twice, in the open-plan office I share with 19 people.

Yesterday was not a good day.