Sunday, September 5, 2010
A house that isn't mine
My husband and I work so hard, and we barely scrape by. We come up short every month. They live off a trust fund. I cried when we left because I felt like a bad mom. I can't give M that. She'll have to grow up in our two-bedroom house with a air conditioner that breaks down in the summer.
Intellectually I know my cousin's beautiful home isn't related to my ability to be a mother. But I still feel like it's another reason I'm inadequate, another reason she'd be better off with someone else. I'm trying to let my head help my heart figure this out.