Unwanted. And wishing there was no relief.

I feel myself at war with myself.

There’s a meeting at her school this week.

To talk about the hygiene problems.

And the OT evaluation that was done.

I was going to go.

I didn’t want to go.

But I was going to go.

Because I love her.

And I still want to help her.

As much as she doesn’t want me or my help.

I just got an email from the school psychologist.

It was to confirm the meeting.

And to inform the team that she doesn’t want me there.

And I feel awful saying this.

Like I’m some kind of monster.

But I’m glad I don’t have to go.

And I don’t like this about me.

I’m truly tired.