being a mother brings joys, tears, warmth to the heart and also bouts of frustrations. but don’t get me wrong, i really love my baby. she’s a handful but she’s a gem. like all babies are.

but sometimes i need someone to rescue me from a pitfall of emotions. save me from all the fatigues and catch me when i feel less of a superwoman.

the most disappointing of all was the person whom i needed the most is not what he turned out to be. before this was not all cherry and cream and now it’s just a dark wave of sea crashing against the angry banks.

excuses like ‘too tired. too stress.’ don’t you stop to think im going thru the same situation but a different setting? don’t u know i go thru hurt too? not only by your actions but one’s own mother?

well of course u don’t. because you are too consumed of your own self.

im so filled with anguish right now.