My heart hurts.
Why?
Why have we tried so hard, for nothing.
Why is it almost a deliberate opposition.
Why is it so hard?
Why can't they just make good decisions?
Why can't they celebrate being good, or awesome, or want to be good, or awesome? It's easier to be good, and they choose to be everything I ask them not to be.
I am so disappointed.
I should not be a parent.
I may actually Hate being a parent.
