Sometimes, I resent Sandwich Shop, because when I go to visit J there while he's working, he looks happier than he ever does when he's at home with me.
And he volunteers to be there more and more...and I am here. Alone. Increasingly, anyway.
At least he likes his job, and I have to admit I'm not worried about finances.
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