Better Left Behind Closed Doors
I am a mess. A freakin' mess.
Friday I will sign papers that end the last 22 years of my life.
I will be a single mother of three children. One of them a teenager.
I have had to start worrying about utilities and credit card bills instead of road trips and drink money. The kind of worry that makes you vomit when you think about amounts due and due dates. Makes me feel like I have wasted the past two decades only to start again at less than ground zero.
Want to know what is the worst part of all of this? Watching my youngest child disintegrate into a rageful puddle of violence and irrational behavior. Right now he is sobbing in his bed because he lost at UNO and I wouldn't let him trounce his older brother into oblivion for winning. He is so angry and thinks the world is against him...I don't want this for my baby.
I didn't want this for any of my children. I want them to be able to to experience normal emotional growth, and deal with normal childhood worries. Not this all pervasive fear and anger.
This is why I don't believe in divorce.
I don't think I believe in marriage now, either.
Sorry, Mom. I will be drinking myself to sleep tonight.
...how proud you must be.