Hey Kurt, nice ass

When you stop being good enough…for anyone.

when your two year old makes you wanna kill her and yourself at the same time. not a great feeling.

A couple of months ago, I lost my goddaughter in a horrifying accident that could have been prevented by good parenting skills two.months before that, her mother had died in a car accident. I have lost a lot of my family recently and though I tend to not show it, it upsets me. Especially losing my little Elisabeth has been really hard because she was my angel.
Anyway. For Christmas this last year, I gave Lisabeth a beautiful Rapunzel baby doll because our shared love of Tangled bonded us. When she died, it was the only possession I wanted. That baby doll came to.live with me and it was like a piece of my little girl. Her pretty blonde hair is mussed and ratted now from long nights of clutching her to my chest as I cried. Her dress is wrinkled. But she’s just as beautiful as ever and she is still a price of my baby girl.
Tonight my best friend and her daughters and I were at my house and Ava, the two-year-old, found Rapunzel. It wouldn’t have been a big deal…except she’d already found a red Sharpie. She drew on Rapunzel’s face and my heart broke.
It’s only a doll-I spent twenty dollars on it. But it was Lisabeth’s…it’s the only thing I have. And now it’s got red marker all over it.
I love her…I do. But I’m just so heartbroken.
Is this…normal?