I Hate Myself

I wish I could be like other mothers I know – the ones who never raise their voices in anger, who always know how to comfort their kids, who seem to have an inexhaustable supply of patience, who don’t get easily frustrated…

I get angry and frustrated quickly. When Squeeker is crying or DemonChild is being fussy, I run out of patience in minutes. I say things I should not, and freak out my husband. In so many ways, I am a total failure as a mother and as a wife. Ten years ago, when I was a junior in college, I wanted to commit suicide. On nights like tonight, I wish I had.


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