What if most of what you believed about yourself turned out not to be true? What if the ONE THING you thought you were good at turns out to be something you UTTERLY FAILED at? What if this causes you to be unable to live with yourself? What then?
To listen to Amber, for most of her life you'd think I was a HORRID parent. One child out of 4 right? Not bad.
But now Bethany, my oldest, is falling apart and the blame seems to be squarely on my shoulders.
And David...the burden he bore because of my stupidity.
Jeremy...The scars he now bears from the break-up and the following
insanity. To the point that he FEARS remembering his childhood.
Now we have 4 out of 4 and suddenly the very foundation of who I thought I was CRUMBLES.
~TOXIC MOTHER~ That's me.
my purpose for staying with the boys and their father is what? To fuck
up their lives too? So they can tell me later how I destroyed their
lives? No WONDER my mom ran away.