Why do I always feel like my world can never stay sane. I always have to get flipped and tossed around, yet I savor the five minutes of happy. My husband and I are good one day and finished the next. I tell everyone we don't have fights, they're little, meaningless. To me, it tears me apart, I'm a bad mom, bad wife, horrible person. Being told I'm forgetful, tired, grouchy, and every other name that is not b*tch, a**hole, *diot; drives me insane. I hate that my tears want to escape, they want to run free. I hate feeling the rest of my day becomes shit and it's contagious. I don't tell anyone how I feel because I feel it is my fault I feel this way. Why do I have such fight in me, when do I give up? When do I put myself first? When am I no longer bad?...
