i boast i am a superman and that its hard as hell to be me, but its not. its hard as hell to be jen...the unseen person behind my life. the one who watches me slowly erode in too less and less each day. the one who wakes up everyday to do everything for two people before doing everything for 4 children...the one who goes to work to come home exhausted THEN cooks and cleans the house. the one whos day off includes laundry, more house cleaning, driving the kids everywhere, driving kripple to wherever it is he goes...carrying the little sideload known as abby everywhere to boot. the one who takes unfounded yelling and trivial bickering as normal because she knows that her husband doesnt know why he is mad/pissed off/angry/sad/discouraged/hopeless/helpless all at the same time. the one who never has a second to herself because the whole household is resting on her shoulders.
i remember my jen when she was full of energy, laughing and smiling. i feel that i am crushing her with my load...she deserves so much more than this. she is the real SUPER...not me.
i love you jen, thank you for your love and dedication to this tired and bittered soul...its more than i deserve.
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