Being a mother of many children was hard. Being a mother of many children with no support was ten times harder. There were days I felt like I was carrying the whole world on my shoulders.
I loved my children with all my heart and tried to give them the best childhood I could.
I read to them at night, made their favorite meals, helped with schoolwork, and kissed their scraped knees.
But sometimes, my strength simply ran out, and I had nowhere to draw support from.
My parents had already passed away, and I missed them every day. If they had been alive, they would have helped me, or at least listened. But I had no one.
My husband, Henry, acted like they were only my children and had nothing to do with him.