I failed my son from the word go my body failed us I'm failing him now and I think I always will. I wonder if he wouldn't be better off with his uncle & grandma. I'm grasping at failure and if I wasn't grasping at that I wouldn't be grasping at anything.
I couldn't imagine my life without little mans baby cuddles, coos, giggles and slobbery kisses. But it's not about my wants and needs its about his.
Honestly he's plenty young enough to forget me. Well that's my confession my son is the only bright loving spot in my life. I'm just afraid my unhappiness and suckiness will screw him up. I just want to be happy so I can give him the best in life.
Anyone else feel this way? Ever?