Sometimes
Sometimes I don't want to be super Mama. Sometimes I don't want to be hypervigilant. Sometimes I don't want to make sure that you and everyone around you are doing what they are supposed to when they are supposed to. Sometimes I hate therapy appointments and Dr. visits and medication and making sure you take them and making sure you are being honest with therapist and Drs and gosh why can't you just tell the truth? Sometimes I look at people who should, and I want to kick them in the throat. Sometimes I want to get in my car and drive and drive and never come back. Sometimes I don't know what to say. Sometimes I'm too afraid to say what I should. Sometimes I get tired of explaining Sometimes I get exhausted of defending your presence in our life. Sometimes I cry because I am so broken hearted about everything that is, and nothing that can be. Sometimes I want to smack other mothers in the face for bitching about their normal childre