If I could turn back time
I'm so tired. Tired of having the same arguments, tired of the loneliness, tired of always being the bad guy. Husband is diagnosed and usually takes medication. We've been together for 10 years, lived together for 7, married for 5. We have 6 kids, 3 his, 3 mine. My oldest is out of the house, my middle has Down syndrome, youngest is graduating this year. His oldest is out of the house (but has ADD), his middle has cut him off and lives with his mom full-time, his youngest is 16. Odds were stacked against us. I thought our love was strong enough to persevere. I should have known better.






