Wednesday, May 29, 2013
Oh, Lord, I am not the one best suited to raise this child. Please help me. God, please, please help me. I'm married to a man who seems to love music more than he loves me or his family. He is so often distracted and un-present. I have one son who is sweet as pie and so very smart, and dyslexic. This other son, the one who hurt me today, has autism and mental illness. We are just starting to dig our way out of debt after years of being in it up to our eyeballs. I feel like everyone expects me to keep us functioning on an even keel. When I've asked for help, I first get a question about payment for services. I feel so alone. The weight of this life is so much.