I’ve fought so hard my entire life from physical, sexual and emotional abuse. The man of my dreams being murdered. PTSD,Anxiety,Depression. My 16 year old son has told me for the past hour what a piece of shit I am, he hates me, doesn’t love me, I’m no good.
No matter or hard I try he just focuses on we live in a shitty neighborhood, doesn’t have a bunch of brand new clothes, needs a new phone.
He’s still going on as I write this about what a low life piece of shit I am. I feel stuck in a world I don’t belong in anymore.