Running on Empty
Honestly, I don't know how I have managed to come this far...how I have been succesful at keeping myself from falling into pieces. I guess somebody out there is praying for me. Or is it that Starbucks frapuccino? In any case I can't afford to crumble down. I remember reading somewhere "Be the person you want your kid grow up to be". I am trying so very hard. I breath for my kiddo's happiness and joy in this world. Will he blame me if I eventually decide to break this family down, in order to save myself from a life of marital emptiness? I dunno. I just know that I've been running on empty for so long and my strenght has started to fail me.
So your life of misery is all for your child. Lucky them.
^this.^ kids pick up on that kind of thing. have fun raising a neurotic mess that will be too busy worrying to actually grow up.