My daughter's birthday is tomorrow and her father won't be able to celebrate it with her.
Seeing my son wrestle with day to day life having dealt with so much death and loss in his seven years, almost eight and counting.
Not having the emotional warmth of family to surround me and my kids.
The dull mental kick that niggles in the back of my mind that reminds me I should have left so many times before.
Embarrassment at having to deal with this mess.
Loving that hard and holding hope for so long.
Remembering that I walked away from something that was good only to get done so bad.
The realization that despite incarceration, there's no change...
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