i_don't_blame_you tender_square “i went back to work because things were so bad here, because i needed a break from being here.” “i know. it was bad for me too,” he said. “i kept thinking that it was supposed to be good, like it had been before, and it just didn’t feel that way whenever i picked you up.” “i cry almost every day at the office.” his face cracked into sympathy. “i didn’t know.” she sobbed, “there were so many times i just wanted to take the car and run away.” he was calm, assuring. “i had a feeling you were wanting to do that. and i don’t blame you for wanting to be free of it.” 220917 what's it to you? who go blather from