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My boys are great. They are really, really good kids who got stuck with a shitty situation where they don't see me very often, and it's hard on them but they're resilient and funny and so smart and I love them so, so much.

Meg is anxious with them around, though. They're too noisy and active, and she's pulling her hair out in chunks. I wish things were different.

My mom's boyfriend is in the hospital with heart and lung problems. I hope he's okay, because mom loves him a whole lot.