Oh, Gud. What a rotten situation for you. I wish I could do something to make it better.
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Gud, I'm so sorry.
I'm not sure how to fix the situation. It's hard for me to imagine what the fixed situation would be like and to be happy with it. That makes feel like it's all my fault, but I don't feel like I'm that bad a person and it just ugh, I dunno.
(((Gud))) May the best thing for you and the kids be what happens. Much strength to you.
Oh, Gud. I'm sorry.
((((Gud and family))))
{{{Gud}}} That is such a bad position to be in. It sounds like you've been busting ass to try to make it work. Strength to you.
This morning I did it. It was a little heart-catching. He's so tiny and the bus is so big. I had to hand him up to the attendant, then she carried him to his carseat and buckled him in, and then waved his little fist at me through the window.
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This kills me.
{{Gud}} I'm very sorry
{{{{{Gud}}}}}} May the best possible outcome occur.
(((Gud))) You've been struggling with this for so long.
but I don't feel like I'm that bad a person
You're not. You've been trying, and bumping your head against various brick walls, for such a time, and it is totally amazing to me that through it all you've kept soldiering on, and in the midst of the unhappiness still been so devoted to your kids, so present for them and proud of them and delighting in them. Which is no substitute for a good, loving adult partnership, I know, but which is still damn near miraculous. I'm vibing hard for some resolution to all of it that brings you and your family some peace.
Words are just inadequate for the heart-twistiness of the long slow pain of it.