I miss you my friend.
My son is 13.
5 years from adult.
Stable till the end.
His life.
Not mine.
Looking for approval, again. Somehow I need to fill this need for the approval of others. It may not make any sense to most, but if I'm to keep up this facade of confidence, then someone has to let me know I'm doing OK.
I miss you my friend.
My son is 13.
5 years from adult.
Stable till the end.
His life.
Not mine.