I love my boys, but sometimes I wish I didn't have kids. There's so much I could have done without them. I could have actually followed some sort of career path. I could have done an apprenticeship. I could have had a better start for my kids, by not having them when I did. Trying to juggle school, and meals, and bottles, and housework, and time for me, and time for my partner, just doesn't seem to be working. I could have been so much better for my children, but instead here I am... Wishing I didn't have them. But yesterday, when I thought that they would have a better life if I gave them up for adoption, I broke. I don't want to lose my children. But I don't know if I can keep doing this.