What an awful, agonizing, infuriating turn of events. And work? Obviously you are not one of the few who has, by sheer luck, or perhaps God has chosen them (and don't we hate them for it?), who love their jobs. I hope you can control the situation enough to seek help if your anger consumes you (like therapy, if you are one of the luck ones who has medical insurance)
BECAUSE....
It is your kids who are the most important. in the whole wide world. It is for them that you take the abuse, watch the clock, and feel like you are spinning your wheels--the blood, the sweat, the tears. They were your gift, and now you must survive solely to provide for them. They may not be capable of showing their appreciation--that can’t matter. You may not succeed--there is that chance. You will do your best for them and we will be watching, no, cheering for you. They need you. Hang in there, dammit! ↑ |
