“Our relationship is over.” “You did this.” “I don’t want you to act like you love me.” “Our relationship is permanently tainted.” ...... my son's words are still ringing in my ears....
The only thing good I’ve ever had in my life is being taken away from me now. The only thing I thought I would always be able to count on is deteriorating right before my very own eyes.
My son doesn’t know that I love him. My daughter ran away from home because she feels the only love in the world for her is in the arms of some sixteen year old boy. I am a failure as a mother, and therefore, as a human being.
Is there any point to living? Only the small hope that somehow, something magical will happen and one day, I will wake up and the universe will be restored to the way I’ve always known it. My children will feel loved and not hate me.
**** medication. I don’t want to live like that. I can make it. Wouldn’t it be my choice, if I had cancer, to accept or refuse treatment for it?