Give my life
Son,
Through my endless tears I watched my tired heart shatter into millions of dusty pieces filled with sorrow, worry, regret, broken dreams and heartache. I sit here overwhelmed with grief thinking of the next two years and what you will have to endure. Deep in my soul I feel my bitter screams of loss knowing I can never afford to come visit you during your term. I've have now been placed in a prison of my own. This is just to heavy and I would give my life, my freedom just for you to be happy, thriving and safe. Please Lord, send me not him please...
L. Mack
4/25/19
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I know exactly how you feel.
I'm so sorry that you do...
It takes what it takes. That is why your not giving up on kicking Satan's ass. No one visited me in prison and I did 4yrs. My son only lived 3hrs. I was in my 40s. Besides it sucks one hug. 1hr.visits at a table. I am now on vivitrol and its amazing. Have never had such a easy time of sobriety. Oooohhhh mama you beat yourself to hard.
Thank you