I am a bad mom.
And I refuse to believe that
I’m trying to do right by my kids.
I realize this may be a shock, but
I do what I do for them…
Is a lie.
They don’t have what it takes.
In 30 years I will tell my children that
I have my priorities straight because
is more important than
I tell you this:
Once upon a time
But this will not be true in my era.
Damaged Moms can be toxic.
Experts tell me
Withholding love isn’t cold
I do not conclude that
I will learn from the things I’m told
In the future
I’m not emotionally invested
No longer can it be said that
I wanted to give you your best life
It will be evident that
You weren’t meant to be mine
It’s foolish to presume
This is what I wished for upon that star.
I adore my husband and our four beautiful kids. My passion is advocating for the oppressed. I am an eighth grade special education teacher and I absolutely love my job. I am an abuse survivor, a recovered drug addict, and have battled intensely with mental health problems. Despite everything I've been through, I found my happy ending. 💜