For context: I love my children more than anything in this world but I know that I failed them. If I could turn time I would, and I would make different decisions but I can't.
I'm so proud of them, and I marvel how different they are and how they support each other nontheless. There are days when I am beaming with pride and joy, and other days when I realise the damage they carry and I can't help but feel sadness and guilt.
Then there is the other part. I look at them and what they have achieved, and I feel so embarrassed about my own lack of achievement. The only thing they ever saw me do was tolerate the abuse at the hands of their father. As I said I can't turn back time, and I'll be fine again tomorrow. But sometimes I wonder if other people feel the same when they look back