It doesn't matter whether it's autism or NPD or whatever undiagnosed thing it is / they are.
I am hurt as a result.
I am reduced to an empty shell of my former self in the limited space that I am allowed, which is getting smaller and smaller.
Whatever I do doesn't matter because it's never going to please you anyway.
There's something wrong with you.
And after everything, I have to accept, there's nothing I can do about it. I just have to learn to survive, stay sane, and do my best for the kids.
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