My heart is like a never ending wound. It feels like I finally have it healed, and then I feel that cool breeze flowing through it and that stinging, Sometimes that stabbing pain all over again. Parenting to me is like this. I feel like I say yes to one thing, and it’s like I better say yes to the next request for the next 8 months or i’m so horrible I should just jump off that bridge I’ve contemplated so many times before. All I wanted was for our FAMILY to be a FAMILY and eat at the kitchen table!! Along with this came our oldest screaming like a rabbit screaming!! That piercing in your brain, the pain in your heart to help it. That was my son tonight because he had to eat at the table with our family.