I Will Never Give Up

It took my family falling apart and being alone for me to realize what a family really is. And what love really is. I do not believe I have ever been completely loved except by my son. That's fine, and letting go of what I only imagined was true is progress. But I'm starting to learn this is a painful way to live if I don't stay tough. I'm to the point I'm missing some meals. Watching my coworkers eat enough calories for three days in one container. Every day. I'm still happy knowing the pain in my belly means my son will eat. I've become a little black rain cloud again and it's best to brace for some storm damage. I won't give up on my life anymore though, no I see how important family is now. As long as that little boy needs me I'll be there. Until I'm 137.