I picked them up.
I fed them.
I washed their dishes.
I helped them with their homework.
I fed them during dinner again.
Oh yeah, and where was their mother again?
In a meeting. LIKE ALWAYS.
If you don't have time for your own children's childhood, WHAT DO YOU HAVE TIME FOR?!
Meetings, I know.
BTW, I know I'm supposed to feel so thankful for home and "love" and all the nice things you do for me
but seriously?
I am so sick and tired of you saying every. single. godd*mn day that you're always there for them. for me. for us.
But guess what? You're NEVER there. You can pick us up and dump us as many times as you want but that's never the same as being there.
I try the best I can to appreciate you as a human being, but you're making it real hard.
Especially when you never appreciate me mothering your children.
& you know what?
I stopped doing these things for you.
I'm doing it for them.
Because I actually love them.
Which might sound real harsh to the rest of you guys out there.
But trust me, I don't think it is.
& coming from me, that's something.
Yeah, there's a lot more on my mind, but I'm not gonna burst.
I'm gonna keep calm and carry on.
For them.
