i cried today… a lot. well, a lot for me. it was a short burst for about 15 minutes while i talked to my mom about how i felt depressed… why i felt depressed. i felt like i was doing wrong by my son. he’s my only child and he’s the light in my life that will always shine.

i cried because i really don’t spend the time i would like with him. it’s my fault, i know. i divorced his mother for, what i thought would be, a better life.  don’t get me wrong. there are aspects that are certainly better, but sometimes i don’t feel the price i paid covers it. that price is the sacrifice of my own blood. not totality, but certainly a part.

mom was patient as i sobbed my own pity party. she told me all the things i needed to hear. but that’s what mom’s do. i thanked her for her ear and apologized for the crying.

i love her as much as i love my son.