I don't feel close to my children. They make me mad and annoyed when my instruction is not followed.
I'm afraid I don't know what to do most of the time, like I'm an imposter. I should have been born sterile .
I have so much guilt as a mother and I hate myself that I am not doing the best . I'm trying. When I was a single mother of three for a year. Did I go crazy? Maybe a little.
Ange . Rage. Rage. Rage. WHY WONT YOU JUST LISTEN! Little boys who constantly question fighting, speech delay, brothers who bite. Scream. I wish I could give u a whopping.
But I am physically abusive. I don't punch or bruise. I grab, put down rough. Scream in little faces and want to kill myself afterwards. Open my teeth to bite with glaring teeth. Holding back the act but sucking on it like Hannibal.
I don't deserve them. Providing their survival everyday all day is not a fair trade for moments of madness.
Sweet kisses on cheek, snuggling perfect little miracles that I do not deserve.
I shame myself every moment I can not confindently parent or be patient. I have no more kindness left inside me to share with my children.
This is my shame, to be a mother when I did not know it did not suit my personality and temperament.
To see the beauty and worth in front of me and not being able to excel. I need more love.
When did I lose my heart?