Broken

Broken is pretty much what I am feeling and have been feeling for quite some time. My whole world came crashing down recently and I lost the most important thing in the entire world to me. No one understands exactly why I did what I did, and I gave up trying to make people understand. I know the situation I was going through at the time and I know why I make the decision to leave. You can call me selfish, stupid, a bad mother, whatever you wish. 

Your words will no longer tear me down though. 

I don't care what you think. I don't care what you believe. I know the whole story. I was there. I lived through it. It's really none of your business. 

Yes, I am hurting every single day because of my decision, but you know what? I don't have regrets. My main concern has always been and always will be my son. The decision I made was for my son. I really don't have to explain myself to you or anyone else. It no longer hurts me when I realize people are against me instead of supporting me. 

The love of my son gives me the strength to go on. 

I guess what I am trying to say is, I'm going to make it through the storm with or without your support. You can say what you want about me, but you are only wasting your breath. 

And I want to say thank you for all the people that have stuck by me through it all. You mean so much to me. I love you.