Restlessly waiting

The cards keep telling me to leave you alone. Not forever, but a pause.

Patience has never been a close friend of mine. I'm always mentally finishing your sentences so I can start replying.

She has more rights than me, and maybe that's how it's meant to be. My supervised visitation pales in comparison to her full custody.

But you're no child, and it's a choice of yours not to be mine. A choice I need to keep in mind.