Oh wow.The day I have dreaded for over a week has come and yes it is as bad as I thought. As I opened my eyes this morning it hit me and I just wanted to close my eyes and go back to sleep. I layed there and waited....waited for the yelling and fighting, but all there was was silence.I tried to do the usual morning routine but I couldn't. I kissed 1 child goodbye, heard 1 response to "Your A What" and seen 1 wave and smile as she went out the door.My heart was steady crying but it wasn't until I seen her board the bus alone that the tears came full force.I wanted to yell to the driver...wait I have another, a son but I just stood there tears streaming down my face.As if that wasn't hard enough I got to watch the neighbor bring out her 2 children to the bus, a girl AND a boy.Why, why does she have all her kids and I get to stand here in such pain? I wanted to call somebody to help me...but who? Who would understand this kind of pain, and what could they possible do to help? I quickly realized that I was alone..Alone in my house, my fear, and my pain. I am completely alone with one thought running through my mind....I want Dustin back, i need him, I love him to much to let go...Please God..in this moment of intense pain...please help me