I've done something that I can't believe...yet I can believe I did it. It's just like me to do something like this. It's so horrible, I don't know if I can write about it. But I figure I better try because it may just help someone out there who might be on the verge of doing what I just did and I can possibly stop them.
So here it is...
A girlfriend from work, who has a 15-year-old boy, is moving and so told me I could come over and take some toys that he no longer wanted. It all sounded so innocent. I'd go over, find a game or two, maybe a stuffy, and that would be it.
But it wasn't it.
It wasn't at all.
He had some toys all right. Toys I knew Big T especially would like.
I couldn't resist so I brought them home. (I'm such an enabler) And now my house looks like this: