The worst part is now with the second one where he understands what we say, but doesn’t care and tries to kill himself creatively with everything he finds. The constant surveillance is draining me. It was the same with the first one.

We’re almost over the bump, the sun is coming back so better days are ahead, but in the moment, right now, I feel stuck and drained and my family life isn’t fun.

I know it will come to pass, but I’d punch a hole in the universe right now if I could