It is the first time in years that I have felt like this, as if I couldnt face the day. I didn't want to wake up. I didn't want to deal with the sorrow, the fear, the pain, the horror of my grandson in the custody of children services. There is no reason or rhyme, no need for this to be happening to my daughter.
Between that and the cancer that was found in my sister in law; with that and the festering stupidity of my father and my brother in this case; that and the fear of losing my son as well; that and this horrible job with the catty backbiting bitches from hell; all I want to do is run away. or die. I know what my mother feels.