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<blockquote data-quote="flutterby" data-source="post: 286883" data-attributes="member: 7083"><p>Thank you, ladies.</p><p></p><p>difficult child 2 really isn't a big part of my life lately. The 'incident' happened a week ago Wednesday and I didn't find out until last Friday. I didn't talk to him or his mom again until yesterday. </p><p></p><p>It was just that I had found out I was losing half of my puny income and was already stressing. Then when I found out what all was coming of the incident (long story short, children's services came out; mom will probably lose her job)...that was the proverbial straw.</p><p></p><p>I'm just hanging on by my fingernails here as it is. With my health and with no answers and no treatment.... I can feel myself getting worse. I mean, sigh...how do I say this. I have a goal. I have to make it until difficult child is 18. After that, I don't care. Well, that's not true, I do care; but I *have* to make it til then. I'm sure that sounds dramatic to some. But, I live in this body and I know what it feels like it's doing. And I need 4 more years. That's what I ask for every night - 4 more years.</p><p></p><p>I'd love to ask for 40 more years. But, I ask for 4. After that, I'll ask for more.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="flutterby, post: 286883, member: 7083"] Thank you, ladies. difficult child 2 really isn't a big part of my life lately. The 'incident' happened a week ago Wednesday and I didn't find out until last Friday. I didn't talk to him or his mom again until yesterday. It was just that I had found out I was losing half of my puny income and was already stressing. Then when I found out what all was coming of the incident (long story short, children's services came out; mom will probably lose her job)...that was the proverbial straw. I'm just hanging on by my fingernails here as it is. With my health and with no answers and no treatment.... I can feel myself getting worse. I mean, sigh...how do I say this. I have a goal. I have to make it until difficult child is 18. After that, I don't care. Well, that's not true, I do care; but I *have* to make it til then. I'm sure that sounds dramatic to some. But, I live in this body and I know what it feels like it's doing. And I need 4 more years. That's what I ask for every night - 4 more years. I'd love to ask for 40 more years. But, I ask for 4. After that, I'll ask for more. [/QUOTE]
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