Talk your shit while you’re inside me..

It takes me over the edge.

I ask myself all the time

What was i thinking bringing a child into a world like this.

I cry about it from time to time, because i wish i could be with him every minute of the day just to protect him from the evil that lurks here.

I never thought i could worry like this. This is a whole different level of worry and anxiety. Once you have a child it’s like you care about their lives and happiness so much more than your own...idk.

I’m in a corner sobbing at the moment and it could be that my PMS has me in a very vulnerable space but he sees my tears and is climbing up to the counter and bringing me tissue.

Such an angel. And that’s why i never want him to hurt. I’d give my life if it meant he’d never have to experience traumatic pain.