Now I regret that I decided to give birth to a second unloved child.

I kick myself for thinking that. But what should I do with these thoughts
My daughter is about to turn a year old, and I still can’t get used to the fact that there are four of us. I really miss the time when there were only three of us. I am with my husband and son. I would like to read a fairy tale to my son before going to bed, go to the cinema with him or chat heart to heart. I never wanted two children. But all the relatives constantly convinced that one child would grow up to be an egoist, that it would be more correct to have two, it would be more fun. And now I have two children and depression. I don’t even want to get up in the morning. One thing I understand is that there is no one to take care of the children besides me.

In general, the daughter is a good child. Not capricious, not crying, healthy. Is that the nose is ugly like mine. Before, I was not so critical of my appearance. And now I look, as in my own reflection. I don’t blame anyone but myself. But what was I thinking before? I try to think about the good, to be distracted. But it doesn’t help. Throughout this year, everyone I met asked the question, who does my daughter look like? I’m totally in shock. Isn’t it visible.

And the bitterest thing is that I myself am well aware that it will never work out for me to love her like my son.

And the bitterest thing is that I myself am well aware that it will never work out for me to love her like my son.

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