As usual, I write when I'm in a bad mood. I am just tired of taking care of everyone else. I am taking care of me too, but so many people impact my life and I don't know how to change it.
I think I may have to take care of my son for the rest of his life. He's not normal. He may never be. Peter says he understands, but it would have a great impact on our relationship and I really don't want that to happen.
Stress. I need to work on lessening it.
Peace, Hope and Love,