Crying really doesn't help any...
It only makes the pain worse, like taking pain medication and being dependent on it.
My Life is but a sorry state, if one can view it as such.
I refuse to look at my old pics, for I see the face I once had. I now learned the hard way to appreciate what one has... a plain yet pretty unmarked face. Now I bore the marks of a vehicle accident that nearly took away my sight as well as the life of my unborn child.
I live in a dismal setup wherein my folks now are bordering into being senile. My dad is going into male menopause, and really it's hard to adjust to one who flings from being a giddy schoolboy to a rotten man who does nothing BUT complain.
IN years of living with them, I've never felt being appreciated.
I think that's what's wrong with this. Even a simple gesture of appreciation is missed out.
At work, I feel it. I'm appreciated by being given tasks, mundane as it is, but I stay in it nevertheless, for I feel that appreciation.
At home, only my kids show it.
Not my folks.
I'm tucking in my kids now. Promise: to make them feel loved, appreciated.
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