I am currently on edge, wheeling around on my tippy toes, watching what I say in case I get my head bitten off again.
She is in a constant mood, and I understand, and I wish
I could do something to help her, but she won’t allow me to help.
I am afraid that she will try to commit suicide again,
making another attempt as the neighbours here are not helping her and neither are
the Broadacres Housing Association. Everything is getting on top of her.
What do I do? How can I get her back to what she use
to be like?
I still very much love her and I think I have let her
down for good.
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