My Son Is Here. in Me Being Me

I feel like I am being usefull and wanted. This only happens when my son is here because then I feel like I have a purpose in life. This slum lord makes me feel like I have no rights and no purpose and everything I want to do I can’t because it’s her house and she forces me to live in a mold infested place. I can’t even call this place a home because of the smell this mold has and is getting worse as the days go on and my stomach feels worse then the day before. So I call this place the place I rent because that is all I do is pay money for nothing. But for the time he is here I feel like the mother I always was even though he is an adult. he will always be my little boy.

Last night for dinner I ordered pizza because I just didn’t feel like making the roast. So today I will make it. Inless my son wants it cut into steaks. And we will have parogies and a frozen vegetable.
For the rest of the day there will be not much happening just taking it easy. We gave my son his birthday presents early because the next time he will be here will be Easter Weekend and his birthday is before that.

Well, I need to stop here…

Last updated March 17, 2024