Sometimes I really wish I was dead. I feel like I am all alone raising two kids. I feel like a failure as a mom. I watch my ex go on vacation after vacation with the money he should be paying me for our kids. I hate him and I hate large portions of my life. The only reason I won’t kill myself is my kids would be raised by that selfish prick if I did and my parents would be out on the street. I have too many responsibilities to even be able to take my own life. This isn’t life. This is hell.
