Life was simple before I met Cobra, well, simple to some extent. I had a nine to five job, a mom that I visited in the hospice, a best friend who I still adore and more importantly, no kids.
I couldn’t wait to meet our little one. Boy or girl, we weren’t fussed, but we kept it a surprise. But when the baby came along, I thought my life was perfect. I couldn’t have wanted anything more. Three days after the birth, I started feeling shitty, I mean, we all get them days right? But this…this was something far more serious. I was out of control, borderline bipolar. What the fuck was wrong with me? Can anyone help me?
How can I help her? I can’t control her. My soothing words go unheard in her craze for….whatever it is she’s seeking. I have no idea what’s happened to my sweet Alexis. What has made her so fucking crazy? It’s unbearable, seeing her suffering but having no idea why. I don’t even think she knows why. Someone has to help my Old Lady…because I don’t know where this will lead to. How can our relationship survive after this? How can I trust her with our baby when she can barely look after herself. Please, God, anyone, help us.