I have two beautiful children.  They are both boys.  One is three and the other is one.  I keep thinking, how can I not want to be there to watch them grow up?  Do you know how fucked up they’re bound to be if their mom kills herself?  It’s not like I’m dying from cancer or something else that’s somehow noble, it’s “hey, how did his mom die?”  “Killed herself” and then they bully them on the school bus until they kill themselves too, and it’s just me and my boys up in Heaven and my husband down on earth with his new wife and his […]
