In a matter of days I will be thirty-nine. I'm having a difficult time with this. I don't want to get older. I don't feel older. I don't look older. Why do I have to age? I'm still young and sexy. I still have what it takes. Don't I?? At least I'm hoping so. Life had been rough. Pregnant daughter living at home with no job prospects. Son who's out looking for a job everyday is getting nothing. The youngest is struggling I in school and I don't know how to help her bc I don't understand it myself. I have my oldest daughter talking about leaving the father of her child if he doesn't get off his ass a work. Also a FIL who never leaves. I swear he wants to move in but doesn't know how to ask us. Maybe once the kids are out of the house. Then maybe. When the hubs got fired last month that fucked us up really bad. Now we're struggling and I don't know how to fix it. I used to say that we didn't have drama in our lives. It was always someone else's shit. But now it seems to be leaking into my life. Fuck. I'm so tired of this shit. I wish my money would get here so I can provide for my family the way I want to. The way they should be treated.
This guy. What can I do I say about this wonderful man. I start by saying...Happy birthday, son. I can't express how blessed I am to have been chosen to be your mother. What a honor it is for me to raise such a fine human being. Thank you. I marvel at all you do and everything you have accomplished in the 22 years you've been.on this planet. School. Work. Friends. Family. You would take your own shirt off your back to help your fellow brother. I admire you for that. Your work ethic puts others to shame. Showing everyone that Autism isn't going to stand in your way. I stand all amazed by you. My hero. My love. My Son. Have the happiest of birthday my sweet boy. Forever and beyond ❤

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