Im a nosey bitch. When it comes to my kids I allow them their privacy to an extent. I hate when people read my private thoughts so I do my best to respect others writings. My best isnt very good sometimes. I was lookin for my shit when I went through my middle daughters things, I found her journal. Most of it was sad songs she wrote, but one title stood out. My life sucks. There was a picture of a tornado and 6 little stick figures being thrown about by it. All the figures were labeled with our last name.
She wrote about how her father only calls to check and make sure Im not fucking around, that she feels he only calls for that reason. She wrote about the night time yelling and how his leaving was supposed to help our family, but hasn't. She went on to say how she didnt miss him being home because of the violence. My heart is heavy. What did we do to our kids and what effect will this have on their future and relationships?
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