Too late for DB, thread 7

[cw68]

I'm breathing, I'm sitting, I'm collected.

I'm breaking, I'm dying and it's wrong.

I do not know how to deal with this, the end, the reality.

This is where someone comes in and says, "Hey, it's not over until the papers are signed." I think that's BS, at least in my case. It's over, he chose this and I'm a mess. I'm a mother looking at a lifetime of pain for my children and I know that it's at his hands. There's just no way to deal with it that I know of, and yet I know that I must.

This is the worst day of my life. I know all hope is gone and so is my husband.