Well, my 11 year old has now been sleeping in my bed for about a month now. Says she likes to cuddle with me. That aside, I honestly wouldn't mind.. If. IF I didn't have a panic attack everytime I need to roll a different way. IF she didn't need to have the TV not only on, but loud enough to exacerbate my anxiety symptoms. Even though my bed is big, she always manages to push up as close as possible as me, and I end up half off the bed. For me, getting through the day is hard enough. I haven't showered in months, due to my depression. I don't WANT people to be that close to me, whether I love them or not. I sit here all day with my racing heart and pounding headache, waiting for my daughter to get home at 4. Then it's nonstop chatter about homework, dirty clothes, kids at school, let mom rest. Until bedtime. Which was my sanctuary. But, no more.
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