To my son's teacher, who was stuck in her mind, who never felt like she should take the time, to truly think of the impact she'd have. I wonder if she knew that she made my son so sad. To be close minded, and not able to see, the boy that my son was capable … Continue reading I Won’t Stop Fighting
My mom forgot my son's birthday. You read that right. She plain forgot. She does every year. She can remember my two daughters' birthdays, but can never remember my son's. I hate it, and I hate the sadness that it brings. I watch him get excited for the mail to come, and each day that … Continue reading Some Things Just Sting a Little More….