My mother wants my kids to live with her.
I admit that I am not the greatest mother. I can’t buy them everything they want. I struggle with my mental health everyday. Our apartment is tiny and cramped. It gets messy. I’m not a clean freak like her.
I smoke. I smoke inside.
But I’m not a drug addict.
I don’t abuse my kids.
I don’t let them starve.
We do not live in filth.
I love my kids more then anything. I do everything I can to give them what they need and what they want.
But maybe she’s right. Maybe what my kids need is to be away from me. Maybe I am a bad mother.
At this moment I feel hopeless and defeated.
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