Nicole Lovell
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Wife. Mama. Teacher. Friend
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Mama
I feel weak. It’s not like the weakness you feel when you’re about to pass out. Rather, it’s the weakness of not doing enough; not being enough. I have no energy, yet it’s 3 am and I’m wide awake. My eyes were open before I heard her cries. Instinct? Maybe. But it doesn’t make it any easier for me to get out of bed. There’s a guilt that forms in the pit of my stomach as I slowly make my way to her bedroom followed by the feeling of resentment. Am I resenting myself for feeling like this when all I ever wanted was her? Or am I resenting her? Either way, I hate feeling like this, and I shouldn’t feel like this, but it’s hard to see past the looming dark cloud that’s been hanging over my head for nine months now.
By Nicole Lovell3 years ago in Families