You Want startingover: You want me to say nice things about you, but you aren't treating me nicely. A lot of the time you are just plain nasty to me just for the fun of it and I am sick of it. You say you are there for me and the kids, but when I've called you up and said I needed help with something you put me and the kids off. I'm tired and drained of getting little or no help from you. Raising three kids is hard enough, but when two of them are disabled, the level of difficulty raises infinitately. I'm doing the best I can by myself, but it isn't enough, I can't be everything to everyone.
Yes, you were there at the ER with us when B was sick, but that morning you blew off just how bad he was. I called you and told you that the EMTs were at the house and you just said to call you back later when I knew more. I called you back twice and you finally came over from work. You bitched about taking time off when "he doesn't look that sick" and said you were wanted to go back to work. We sat for an hour until I finally said we need to take him to the ER, then you told me it was unnecessary that there wouldn't be anything they could do for him, but I insisted that we go. Yes, you sat with him and helped comfort him for the entire time we were there, but I remember what it took to get to that point.
Do you remember when B got sick as a baby and you didn't listen to me that something was seriously wrong? You didn't listen to me and we almost lost him. I won't ever forget that he stopped breathing and almost died in my arms and spent days in isolation in the pediatric ICU.
I have wants too. I want a normal life, and two healthy boys who I don't have to worry about constantly. I want you to be the man you used to be and live up to what you said you would be.
