A Safe Place to Land........

Does anyone really love me? Does anyone really care about me? If i was gone would any one even give a shit? Sure my kids love me but theyd eventually grow up and move on. Kids are resiliant like that. Arent they? No one ever chases after me. Ever. Im easy to forget. Im easy to lose. Im totally replaceable. I know i go round and round with the same fears and issues. I know Im broken. Im sorry. I dont know why Im broken. I dont know when I happened. Ive tried and tried to figure out when it happened. I just cant. Does it even matter though? All that matters is that Im broken, damaged. No body keeps damaged goods. When you order something and it shows up damaged you return it. Maybe I need to be returned. Maybe thats my problem. People are always realizing how damaged and defective I am and then they return me......they exchange me for the better model. I could leave now and theyd probably all be relieved. Sure there might be anger at first. No one would be there to do the