I can’t look at him. See his pain. He is crushed. My 8 yr old has a birthday party today. We are not good at social stuff and don’t know any parents in town. He sent invitations out in class and no one rsvp’d yes or no, so I assumed there would be some yesses that just show up.
We are sitting here with pizza, cake, balloons, streamers, an empty house, and a devastated kid staring out the window in case someone shows up.
I don’t know what we are doing wrong. I don’t know how to fit into this small town if they never let me.
I feel like this is all my fault and I have failed him. He is supposed to be laughing and playing games. Not feeling like a loser. I don’t know how to fix this.
So I come up to my room, it is unbearable to watch him any more. I check my email and get a reminder from the ecard service I always used for my mom’s birthday. Her birthday is tomorrow.
Now I miss her and feel like I screwed that up too. I can never tell her happy birthday ever again. She’s just gone.
I don’t know what to do, except cry. I hope hubby doesn’t need me, because this is not stopping any time soon.
I’m sorry kiddo.
I’m sorry mom.
I love you both and I do my best. Sometimes it isn’t good enough.