I can't help but to roll my eyes sardonically when I hear people complain they don't get enough time with their partner or that time speeds by too fast when they are together. Try feeling that way with your own flesh and blood, to the beautiful boy you brought into this world yet can not see for more than a limited time every so often.
Then you'd know what real pain felt like, you'd know how it felt to want to die when leaving their innocent embrace and having to constantly fight to hide your tears when they repeatedly tell you they wish to come home with you.
That's real pain, pain that cuts so deep it creates a never ending vicious cycle of inner turmoil and hate and a yearning to be able to give them the one thing they want, the one thing you should so easily be able to provide-a home for them, with you.
I see mothers playing in the park with their children, or walking around town giggling and laughing like best friends..and it cuts me in half every single time. Put quite simply: I hurt. I hurt more than I ever imagined possible.
