I can drug him and take him to therapy weekly, but still it isn't fixing whatever the "problem" is that is so vague and no one can seem to tell me what is causing it. It is a brain disorder? Learning disability? Is he just fucking nuts like most of my family tree??? Hell, who knows...I just know I am near my breaking point. Most days I don't even want to get up anymore...what is the point?
Now, he's missing his Dad and I can't make the fucker come here. He wouldn't even come when I Gav was hospitalized. Why must I keep paying for his father's choices? It's fucking frustrating and I am trying SO hard to be loving and caring and taking the high road. my son's selfishness reminds me of his father to the point I am beginning to loathe such in him...not the child but the behavior. He's still just 9 so I remind myself of that constantly...as I just yelled at him to get BACK IN THE BED. It has been 3 hrs now and I'm worn out to the point of tears. I hate myself for not holding up better but I'm just beaten down and weary.
I am beginning to really dislike most people because no one seems to give a fucking care in the world about me or anyone else. I push myself out of my comfort zone to help those I see struggling daily even when I am myself, yet rarely if ever does that happen to me.
Apathy will be the demise of this world and I fear I am slowly succumbing to it... HELP ME!
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