By 1998, Sean was in school full time. It was still hard to deal with him in the hours before bed. I'd found out what I was made of. I was far more patient than I ever realized even though thoughts of manslaughter ran wild in my head. It seems dramatic to say but at the end of the day I reveled in the fact that I hadn't killed him. I also reveled in the fact that at the end of the day I loved him till my heart hurt. We lived in extremes.
Savannah was in preschool in the four year old class. I'd drop her off in the morning; say some endearing words, make sure she had her lunch and trust that her day would be great. I was glad that Savannah had a place to go. It was convenient that she lived in her own little world. Because of it, she didn't care that we accidently missed her graduation. I took on some looks from other moms when I picked her up from school, but Savannah just stared right through me.
