I work overnights at a group home for high risk teen girls. I have 4 daughters of my own, ages 7, 11, 13 and 15, and was blessed with incredibly intelligent, beautiful children. I have a man who loves me and the kids, though they are not biologically his. I am buying the home we live in, we have a dog….things should be perfect.
They aren’t.
Every night, I sit at this desk, and think about my death. I’ve gone past feeling guilty about how it will effect my family, to the point where I have almost convinced myself that it would be a disservice to them […]