After last night's meltdown

I went out today and smiled, giggled and played with Lilo.
We visited the Telus World of Science Centre and watched an eye-catching movie.

For the most part I was fine...for the most part. I'm exhausted. Mitch keeps calling, saying he wants to come home. I don't know if allowing him back in our lives is what I want. He's too wrapped up in his own shit to be a functioning member of this little family. And he doesn't act like he ever wants to be here. I'm tired of his immaturity.

I told ND I just wanted to be alone.
I need to be alone.
But sitting in the apartment, alone...well, it feels kind of lonely.

I have to finish this commissioned painting. I'm rather broke at the moment.