I am sick about this. I would give just about anything to NOT feel these stupid feelings. Fear, sadness, disappointment, anxiety, anger, humiliation, regret, shame, frustration, all the shitty feelings. God, this sucks. And the worst part is I don’t know what to do about it. Except drink. But I’m not. At least, not today.
Read MoreToday was a bit of a test. There were absolutely moments when I thought ‘Oh yeah, mama’s gonna need a drink after this!’. But I stayed strong and kept my wits about me so I could properly deal with the situation at hand. And you know what? I did it.
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Not too many things feel worse than failing your kid. But that happens sometimes. It happened to me a couple of months ago.
I can write about it now because Ryan finally did land a job. An honest-to-goodness, bonafide, paid job for realsies. (Read about that little journey here.) Since he turned 16 in October, he has been “trying” to get a job. By “trying”, I mean sort of looking, kinda submitting applications,
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