Being left out. Tired of all the sacrifices. Tired of having to stay cooped up in my house while everyone is enjoying themselves, drinking and smoking and enjoying each others company. Tired of my husband saying he understands when there is no possible way he can. But worse of all, I’m tired of feeling like a shitty mom for feeling this way. I am so grateful to be having my son but the sheer volume of life changes can be so depressing and knowing life will never be the same (in good ways and bad) is a scary thought. Doesn’t help that I don’t think he’s ever coming out....

Ok. Rant over. Thanks for reading 👍🏼😬