LuW
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Oh why, oh why is it I'm only ever on here just after a serious cry. It's like I actually can't say anything to anyone else about this then to you all.
6days and I would have been able to hold my gorgeous little man and hear him cry for his mummy. I've been pretty strong recently but with OH leaving for the last time I just can't stop feeling like I'm slowly being cheated out of things.
I know is not a god given right to have children, but when I see all these bratty girls walking down the street pushing babies a few weeks old infront of them with their phone being held to their ear with their sholder and the precious fag in one hand I feel this overwelling surge of hate.
Then I remember that OH will have the chance to be a daddy long before I will ever get to hold my own child in my arms.
I hate the fact I never got to hold or see my boy, and i hate myself for the fact he still doesn't have a resting place after all this time or anything to call his own. I hate myself so much thinking over it all. I failed as a mummy, I definately fail as a fiance.
Please God, if you're out there, bring both of my boys safely back to my arms. My Billy needs his mummy, I love him so so much and please keep OH safe while he's away. I'm nothing without him. I know I've not really paid much attention to you for some time, but I'll be a good girl if you just do those things for me. I'll even go back to sunday mass. I need them so much.
No need to reply- just writing things down before I really do go insane
6days and I would have been able to hold my gorgeous little man and hear him cry for his mummy. I've been pretty strong recently but with OH leaving for the last time I just can't stop feeling like I'm slowly being cheated out of things.
I know is not a god given right to have children, but when I see all these bratty girls walking down the street pushing babies a few weeks old infront of them with their phone being held to their ear with their sholder and the precious fag in one hand I feel this overwelling surge of hate.
Then I remember that OH will have the chance to be a daddy long before I will ever get to hold my own child in my arms.
I hate the fact I never got to hold or see my boy, and i hate myself for the fact he still doesn't have a resting place after all this time or anything to call his own. I hate myself so much thinking over it all. I failed as a mummy, I definately fail as a fiance.
Please God, if you're out there, bring both of my boys safely back to my arms. My Billy needs his mummy, I love him so so much and please keep OH safe while he's away. I'm nothing without him. I know I've not really paid much attention to you for some time, but I'll be a good girl if you just do those things for me. I'll even go back to sunday mass. I need them so much.
No need to reply- just writing things down before I really do go insane