Do you know you often make me cry? That sometimes I stay in bed, in the morning, until you're gone?
You can't help your temper, I know.
When you say I'm a bad mother, I just have to take a deep breath, and leave it there.
Your words hurt so much, but I hide the pain from you, it's not your fault.
I know I'm lucky that you haven't hit me. So far you just take it out on the furniture, the walls, and all too often, yourself. But at least it's not me...........right?
I wonder if it will happen one day, it scares me a little, but I know that, even then, it won't be your fault.
If I'm in a mood, you even turn that around, to be about you, so I feel guilty.
Days out, or meals out, have to be planned so that you are happy. It's too hard if you're not.
Right now, reader, you are screaming at me to leave him, aren't you?
However, I have the most loving, gentle giant, of a husband you would ever have the pleasure of meeting.
No, I'm talking about my 12 year old son, with high functioning autism.
Now what do you say?