mother, mother

Sometimes I have these moments of panic where I question whether I’m a good enough mother. His happiness is so important to me. I want him to grow up to be well adjusted and happy. I worry that I’m fucking it up, and instead he will hate me. I worry that he’ll be sitting in a therapist’s office saying, “My mother ruined my life when she left my dad.”

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