Another napless day in Fake it til to make it (to your grave)

No one knows the situation better than me right? So I’m the one to make all the decisions. They say. He says. But no one sees me or hears me really. I’m here to care for our kids and warm his bed.
I shouldn’t even be here. I shouldn’t be with him. I shouldn’t be a mother. I thought I’d be dead before eighteen but here I am almost twenty-four with three babies under five and an old man. I’m trying to change the situation, I’m trying to get better. I just can’t, I have no control over anything. The one place I should have control over is the house and can’t even have that. It’s his way/their way or no way (his parents and teenaged sister moved in)
Everything I wanna do gets shot down in less than a second flat.
Babies are tired of that movie and those toys so parenting calls....
Put on a smile and act like nothing’s wrong.