Sometimes...sometimes I really wish that I mattered. I wonder why it is that only my faults are pointed out regularly. Is there nothing good about me at all? For instance, if I really am such a crappy mother then my kids would be better off without me anyway. And that just means that I don't matter. Sometimes hearing, "That's not the way I was raised!" or "That's not what I did with my kids!" just grates on me a little. Since I'm not a hunk of provolone, bleu, or cheddar I find it a bit unpleasant. I wonder if all cheeses feel the same.
Yark! Is the loneliness just smelly, or is it the smelly that causes the loneliness?
You are an inspiration to us all!
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