My son is growing up with a slurry of men in his life. I left his dad and then one, two, three, four boyfriends later, I'm hoping that this relationship sticks.
Maybe it's because I just say yes to whoever will have me. Actually, I think that's pretty much it.
Until I'm with a guy - then I latch on like there's no tomorrow, no yesterday...only right now, this...
My poor son.
I feel like a terrible mother.
I left.
I was the one.
I broke his father's heart.
And now his father is dying of congestive heart failure...
With a six-year old boy the only one to take care of him...
Because mom is off with her boyfriend.
"Which one is it this time?" his dad will ask.
Actually, that's a lie. His dad doesn't want to know any more. He just wants his son safe and happy.
So do I.
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