Or when she sent another picture of the bedroom, and I could’ve sworn there was a handprint on the full-length mirror, only two feet off the ground. The photos never included
You cannot offer someone 70 percent of yourself while permanently guarding the remaining 30 percent as an insurance policy against pain and still expect to experience the full depth of love.
And this got me feeling...a little down, to say the least. To the point where I want to give up because if I cant even qualify with all the hardwork in the world that I could give, then whats the point? All I could do is work hard, and that I did, and I ended up here.
I don't know what to do obviously I'm not the mother l'm not suffering as much as her but I can't believe I didn't tell her anything I never thought my actions or non action would have this much consequen