
OhSoSinful
Member
- Nov 18, 2020
- 14
Excuse my scattered thoughts. Writing this as I sob, smoke a cigarette and debate what to do next.
I'm going to be 28 in a week. My life has been full of me fucking it all up. I had a beautiful boy albeit an accident 3 years ago. Over a year ago, I escaped the clutches of his abusive and horrible father. The pieces of my heart were picked up and stolen by another beautiful boy, a man my age who has suffered deeply in life. He was able to show me his emotions and we shared incredible times. He showed me that my son could have a proper father figure, I made a wonderful house wife for him and also helped with his own children. We grew strong.
Until his depression took over again. My brother had just passed away. Whether murder or suicide or accident I will never know. He left his own 2 year old behind. His ashes on a Bannister. And thats that.
My mother is next, terminally ill. For the past few weeks we've been in a horrible flop of him being unable to feel, to show anything. To do anything other than work and wanting to be alone. Finally on Thanksgiving. He told me he didn't think he could feel the same for me anymore and his will to self isolate is more than it is to be with me and do anything other than work to survive for him and his kids.
Until they are old enough for him to CTB. The craziest thing was just over a month ago us planning our future. The engagement ring. Him moving me in long ago with my son.
I sobbed. I begged. I did all I could. I am still clinging to hope as I spend these last 2 days before trying to pack up and .. crawl to the only person I have. My terminally ill mother I still cared for every few weeks. She's moving to a one bedroom which was our plan so she would be closer. Safer. My son and I have no other choice.
Before my ex fiance came into my life I had no will to live other than my son. Things were getting better. I had finally found happiness in not just that but myself. I felt worth. Love. Most of all my autistic son as well. He adores this man so much.. and now life his own father.. I dont know what to do. Where to go. In a panic driven response I fucked up my arm horribly with a razor. He helped me mend to it without a word or care. He is a robot now.. he says the standard im sorry, but that he doesn't desire me like I do him anymore and that again.. isolation.. which- he was also finally better. Everyone was so happy to see him finally happy.. He used to, hah.. sob from happiness.. not understanding that was a thing with me.
Months ago he told me his depression would one day again ruin everything good for him.
And it is. It hadnt just ruined him either. For now, it's ruined me. I've nothing in ny life. Im on SSI. My friend group is slim as they have all CTB or died of overdoses accidentally. The like- it goes on. No family other than mom.
When she's gone..
I dont know what to do. I would leave if I could. But I cant leave my son.
I feel my will slipping more and more as the tears ripple down my cheeks. As the ashes scatter to the ground.
Much like the pieces of my heart.
Please give me strength. Thanks to whoever reads this. Much love.
I'm going to be 28 in a week. My life has been full of me fucking it all up. I had a beautiful boy albeit an accident 3 years ago. Over a year ago, I escaped the clutches of his abusive and horrible father. The pieces of my heart were picked up and stolen by another beautiful boy, a man my age who has suffered deeply in life. He was able to show me his emotions and we shared incredible times. He showed me that my son could have a proper father figure, I made a wonderful house wife for him and also helped with his own children. We grew strong.
Until his depression took over again. My brother had just passed away. Whether murder or suicide or accident I will never know. He left his own 2 year old behind. His ashes on a Bannister. And thats that.
My mother is next, terminally ill. For the past few weeks we've been in a horrible flop of him being unable to feel, to show anything. To do anything other than work and wanting to be alone. Finally on Thanksgiving. He told me he didn't think he could feel the same for me anymore and his will to self isolate is more than it is to be with me and do anything other than work to survive for him and his kids.
Until they are old enough for him to CTB. The craziest thing was just over a month ago us planning our future. The engagement ring. Him moving me in long ago with my son.
I sobbed. I begged. I did all I could. I am still clinging to hope as I spend these last 2 days before trying to pack up and .. crawl to the only person I have. My terminally ill mother I still cared for every few weeks. She's moving to a one bedroom which was our plan so she would be closer. Safer. My son and I have no other choice.
Before my ex fiance came into my life I had no will to live other than my son. Things were getting better. I had finally found happiness in not just that but myself. I felt worth. Love. Most of all my autistic son as well. He adores this man so much.. and now life his own father.. I dont know what to do. Where to go. In a panic driven response I fucked up my arm horribly with a razor. He helped me mend to it without a word or care. He is a robot now.. he says the standard im sorry, but that he doesn't desire me like I do him anymore and that again.. isolation.. which- he was also finally better. Everyone was so happy to see him finally happy.. He used to, hah.. sob from happiness.. not understanding that was a thing with me.
Months ago he told me his depression would one day again ruin everything good for him.
And it is. It hadnt just ruined him either. For now, it's ruined me. I've nothing in ny life. Im on SSI. My friend group is slim as they have all CTB or died of overdoses accidentally. The like- it goes on. No family other than mom.
When she's gone..
I dont know what to do. I would leave if I could. But I cant leave my son.
I feel my will slipping more and more as the tears ripple down my cheeks. As the ashes scatter to the ground.
Much like the pieces of my heart.
Please give me strength. Thanks to whoever reads this. Much love.