As I left for work this morning, I took one more glance at my youngest. He was sadly staring at me, watching me leave him—again.
I was really in deep denial about my motives for this regaining custody. I thought I was doing it for my daughter, but that was bullshit.
I do all the things good mothers do; I feed, bathe and dress them, brush their teeth, and love them deeply. But I don’t like being a mom.
It is now 4:15 am. I woke up sober. I can’t sleep. I feel guilty, ashamed, and embarrassed. I know what’s wrong with me. I am a drunk. Every day I tell myself that tomorrow will be different…. Read More
You are not abandoning your children by spending this time in rehab getting better. You are learning how to breathe and how to feel without numbing. This is no small feat sister, this is the hardest work ever.