It would seem that my son is missing. I dont know if he is hiding or out getting drunk or whatever. He is not talking to me or anyone else that I know of and the police are looking for him.
I am over it. I am tired of hurting, feeling like a part of me is dying, and wishing it would all be over. Its time for me to end this insane hope that one day my kids will love me again. They wont. They are mentally unstable, over emotional and confused about everything. Their lives and the lives of their children are forever affected by the insanity that was created by the way they were raised. maniacal is the only word I can use to describe the actions of the those responsible.
I can only be responsible for what I didnt do, and that was knowing how to kick evil to the curb when I had a chance. For that I am sorry.
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