What ever relaxation i had, left this evening. Tonight, i got beat-up by my Kid, the MIT. i have a cut on my nose. i have hair missing. i have bruising from His punching me. i got afraid, and ran from Him. i am hurting, both physically and emotionally. How did i raise this nice Kid, but still He finds it OK, on some level, to take His anger about what ever, on me?
i wonder if i will get a black eye from His clawing at my face. i wonder how the bruises on my shoulder and back will last. i wonder if i am a bad mom.
No comments:
Post a Comment