July 10th, 2018 by spookichick

i  am supposed  to live for my son, and my mom. i am doing just that. my skin has diabetic sores that are popping up all over my body, and i can’t keep up with them. my liver is cirrhotic, the nerves in both my legs and feet are shot so i now need a cane to walk, and that will be changed to a waker next week. i have to take my blood sugar 5 times a day, and have to take insulin every day.i can’t even begin to talk about my depression and anxiety…it’s unstable. i rarely go out. i wonder how my mom and son can rationalize making me live and dying like this. i am 52, my son is 23, and my mom is 78. i know that there are people worse off than me, but to just exist while i live a miserable so-called life seems unnecessarily cruel. i am really beginning to resent my son and mom, but it’s a double-edged sword. any thoughts?

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