...is for Hate.
The time might seem auspicious because, despite my efforts to remain cool with him, I still find D incredibly annoying, incredibly disturbing. I hope and pray he's not doing anything that that will harm my sweet girls. I want them to know they can always come to me, always count on me, even when I'm here.
I hate this situation D has forced us into. I hate that they have had to grow up with so much darkness around them.
Hate is usually counter-productive, I know that, but sometimes you just have to go with it, hope it burns itself out.
Hope springs etermal