You know... All I want is to be openly loved by the man I love and to be a part of his life. Is that so much to ask? I'd like my son back, too, but these things are out of my control.
Such simple things, love and family, and yet... so effing complicated and out of reach. I'm not a difficult person to love. And I'm not a bad mother. I'm good, kind, understanding, patient... But these two things--the love of my man and the love and presence of my son, the absence of which leave such holes in my heart--constantly evade me.
I'm not a person to bemoan my fate and ask, "Why me?" But today, I'm feeling at my outermost limit. Why can't anything ever be normal for me? When will things get better? My heart hurts. And I'm so very tired.
When will I have love?
Will I ever have my son?
Such simple things, but not simply got.
