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Sunday, November 14, 2010

A Childs Worry

When a mother leaves her children, it’s automatic for them to worry. They want to know where there mother is. If she is ok and what she is doing. I know of a mother who leaves her children worrying for hours on top of hours from time to time just to have sex with another man. She doesn’t call her children to tell them she’s ok and will be home soon because she’s too busy ‘having fun’. She doesn’t answer calls nor texts for the same reason. When her children question her she gets upset and gives them the “I’m grown. I know how to take care of myself. don’t worry about me. I know what I’m doing. I’m the mother…it’s different” speech..well, let me break something down to you….It is NO different from a teen going against there parents wishes, sneaking out in the dark night to go to a friends party and never coming back because that friend turned out to be crazy or because that teen went out at the wrong time and to the wrong place…it doesn’t matter whatsoever if you are an adult…the world is still dangerous and you should NOT be risking your life (nor the pain of your children if, God Forbid, something happened) like that just for SEX…for something so small…for a WANT. The children have told her how they are just simply worried…they aren’t trying to be her parents they just want to make sure their mother is ok and will come back to them. But they get yelled at instead of being comforted…their mother tells them to shut up, to mind their own business and stop worrying. How on earth can you tell your children that? All a child wants is to feels their mothers heartbeat when they hug her, to hear her voice in the morning, to get goodnight kisses nightly…that’s all they want. Life is too short already…why risk what you have for sex? is it really more important than the love of your children? is the pain they would induce, the tears that would forever flow, the heart that would stop beating if something happened to their mother not enough to just stop???

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