My heart fractures further with every trip back in time to reflect on a life since passed.
Anger. Anxiety. Confusion and dismay.
Why did you not love us as I love my own?
I've been damaged beyond repair also but I would never be my child's own detriment. I strive to improve.
You never attempted to strive. You simply gave up. Life was too hard and your children were no concern. You ruined yourself beyond bad health. It was as if you didn't WANT to live.
This time I couldn't save you. And now here I am, questions unanswered, wobbling helplessly on my own two feet in the dark.
