Awaiting mom's next post

[Orbix]

Being suspended feels like being locked out of my own head, stuck refreshing the page with nothing but time and nerves. And still, there’s this rush when I wait for @Mom 's post; not knowing his face, his voice, or anything real about him, just the weight of his words. Every second stretches, every reload spikes my chest, because somehow a stranger’s reply feels like it could tilt everything. It’s crazy how anticipation alone can feel this loud, this consuming, when all I’m waiting for is text on a screen.

 

[Orbix]

Don't ignore my ultra high effort post

 

[Mom]

Being suspended feels like being locked out of my own head, stuck refreshing the page with nothing but time and nerves. And still, there’s this rush when I wait for @Mom 's post; not knowing his face, his voice, or anything real about him, just the weight of his words. Every second stretches, every reload spikes my chest, because somehow a stranger’s reply feels like it could tilt everything. It’s crazy how anticipation alone can feel this loud, this consuming, when all I’m waiting for is text on a screen.

I gotta take my kids to school. Go shopping with wife and date today with her. Don’t expect much activity currently really busy

 

[Mom]

Being suspended feels like being locked out of my own head, stuck refreshing the page with nothing but time and nerves. And still, there’s this rush when I wait for @Mom 's post; not knowing his face, his voice, or anything real about him, just the weight of his words. Every second stretches, every reload spikes my chest, because somehow a stranger’s reply feels like it could tilt everything. It’s crazy how anticipation alone can feel this loud, this consuming, when all I’m waiting for is text on a screen.

Read every word REW

 

[Mom]

Being suspended feels like being locked out of my own head, stuck refreshing the page with nothing but time and nerves. And still, there’s this rush when I wait for @Mom 's post; not knowing his face, his voice, or anything real about him, just the weight of his words. Every second stretches, every reload spikes my chest, because somehow a stranger’s reply feels like it could tilt everything. It’s crazy how anticipation alone can feel this loud, this consuming, when all I’m waiting for is text on a screen.

It’s gonna be a long day

 

[Mom]

Being suspended feels like being locked out of my own head, stuck refreshing the page with nothing but time and nerves. And still, there’s this rush when I wait for @Mom 's post; not knowing his face, his voice, or anything real about him, just the weight of his words. Every second stretches, every reload spikes my chest, because somehow a stranger’s reply feels like it could tilt everything. It’s crazy how anticipation alone can feel this loud, this consuming, when all I’m waiting for is text on a screen.

did @Brooke Shields block me

 

[Deleted member 288890]

did @Brooke Shields block me

ignore you mean? and no why would i

 

[Mom]

ignore you mean? and no why would i

Idk

 

[Mom]

Being suspended feels like being locked out of my own head, stuck refreshing the page with nothing but time and nerves. And still, there’s this rush when I wait for @Mom 's post; not knowing his face, his voice, or anything real about him, just the weight of his words. Every second stretches, every reload spikes my chest, because somehow a stranger’s reply feels like it could tilt everything. It’s crazy how anticipation alone can feel this loud, this consuming, when all I’m waiting for is text on a screen.

@RecessedReality you never even saw this