The night ended poorly. Fought with my wife . She dragged the past in. The little one gave himself a bath and tried to get one of us to put him to bed.
But we were too ensnared. He went to sleep by himself. This is an absolute low for my parenting.
We fought over our separate living situation. How did we get here?
I let my son down today. I hope I can make it upto him.
I didnt play with him, didnt read with him, didnt cuddle him, just took hours to vent my anger and sorrow.
I hope he will forgive me. I hope he will grow up happy. I must try to make it so.
I implore the universe for strength and hope.