Ouchy. Fuck it.

Published February 17, 2012 by insufficient mums

 Very sensible. We sorted it today. The way you do when you’re an adult.

It was turbulent. Volatile. Immature. Senseless highs and lows. It affected my moods. Most of all, this is not the parent I want to be.

I watched. I knew this was the ‘right’ thing to do. For me. For my headspace. For my family.

Eventually he agreed.

So, it’s finally over.

But I laugh at myself. Cos it hurts so bad.

I hate being human.

My heart and body yearn for ‘a bad idea’ as if it had any capacity to sustain me.

It’s laughable.

Isn’t it?

So, how can doing the ‘right’ thing feel so fuckin’ painful?


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