I Hate My Child
I deserve to die. I knew it as soon as Emma was born. Her excessive crying was enough to push me over the edge. I felt anger and shame, an overwhelming feeling of guilt came over me as i contemplated giving her up for adoption. My husband was too busy to notice, or even care. I tried to talk to him, he just couldn't hear me over his increasing stress. We were renting out a two room apartment in Jefferson, GA. Our landlord was threatening to kick us out. My husband Mark was so infuriated at this, and did the opposite of the right thing to do. He took a swing at this little lady, she went sailing out of the room, and dialed the cops, she lied to make it seem as if my husband had gone utterly mad and tried to beat us both. They came and took Mark. I was sobbing, and he was still yelling at the landlady, (her name was Rachel, I think. I've never been good with names) , and the women had a bloody lip, and the police just had to assume the worse. I was able to bail him out with our hard earned fund for Emma's college. I went into a depression, Mark forced me to see a shrink, which was more money down the drain. Since the day my children came into my life, it had been nothing but chaos and pain. It is extremely difficult for me to feel love for them, they seem like tiny demons sent by the Lord to punish me for something terrible I had done...But what did I do to deserve this? A few months after I had stopped seeing my shrink, I had the "joyful" news that another baby was on the way. Mark was thrilled, and I was nothing but angry. We had taken part in intercourse with each other on a time during of which I should have NOT had gotten pregnant. Although it was a time where I should have been not able to become pregnant, we always used a condom, just in case. But I am afraid little Ashly was a drunken accident. Another reason I do not love my children, I never planned on having them in the first place. They are now thirteen and going through a rebellious age. They had gotten into my diary and found out how I do not truly love my children. They confronted me