If I could change only one thing about my life I never would have had kids. Every day is harder than the last. Navigating medications, therapies, schools, drama, meltdowns, noncompliance, aggression, you name it. One day we are playing with toys and the next day I'm getting beat up and all of the professionals say I have to remain calm and not react. I walk on eggshells. I am nothing but a shell of a human. I am responsible for these assholes that I love more than myself for another 10 years. I don't know how I'll survive it. I love them, I really do, but every night I cry wishing that I never had them because who will love them when I'm gone? I'm constantly trying to get them services, but either we don't have enough funds or we make too much or they're not quite disabled enough.
RomyRelationships January 18, 2026 at 7:30 pm00
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