So the children are back, sort of. It's both wonderful and terrible to see them when I know there is only so much I can do.
Sometimes I wish I had never let us all love each other as we do: perhaps this will cause us all more pain than if I had cared less.
Mrs. H talked about destroying myself if I put them first. And I said, What about the children?
They're already destroyed, she answered.
I still think of them as "my boys" ..
it's like "but Fran SAID I could have them, she SAID they were ours .. "
Ha ha .. but look how it turned out, that neither of us has them now.