(((Mishka))) I am doing my best, but it is times like these when part of me, I am sorry to say, hates my H. I am sick to death of this stupid crisis, and really have had enough (at this moment anyway...tomorrow is a different story). I am tired of the tears, tired of missing him, tired of feeling like I continue to try and do what is best, what is right, what will make him the most comfortable, and I feel, honestly, like I am getting the short end of the stick. And I am, and I also know that right now it is not really his fault. He is sick. And I also know there is no guarantee that this will even work. I get that. But dammit, I want answers. Of course, I also know realistically I am not going to get them.
Today is just a day that I could seriously chuck the whole thing and walk away. But I know that tomorrow, I may feel different.
Im still standin better than I ever did looking like a true survivor feeling like a little kid Im still standin after all this time and Im picking up the pieces of my life without you on my mind..
