Quarantined him to the couch to sleep after the horrible weekend full of fighting we had. Having a hard time forgiving him for the way he acted on Sunday after the horrific day I had Saturday (my dad was in a bad accident and had to get 14 stitches in his head). But yet here I lay in bed with my son while he's on the couch and all I wanna do is cry and tell him to come to bed. Being in love in an unperfect relationship has to be the hardest thing ever 😕