Mom….I can’t do this without crying. I can’t cry in front of the boys….not on a school night………..how am I ever going to do this? Without you, it seems I don’t know how to do anything.
I’m so screwed. I’m so down these days. I’m worn out from working so hard. I miss you to talk to about my day……..
Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap.