Wednesday, June 28, 2017

My kids are just not how I want my kids to be. They prefer their main caretaker more to their mum.

The caretakers are not doing what I wish they do. We do not speak the same language.

I am a failure. People think I'm a lousy mother. I think I'm a lousy mum.

I'm as unsuccessful as a person could get. There is no meaning in living this lousy unsuccessful life at all.

I wish I'm dead. Then they can do whatever they want to do.

Then i don't have to work. The kids will still be loved by the people that spoil them.

It will be perfect.

A simple wish. But so hard to fulfill.

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