Last night, my 7 year old son, broke down and just started crying. He wanted to know, “why did he (daddy) do it?!”
Absolutely breaks my heart.
I cried with him, and told him that his daddy was sick, and that he honestly thought he was protecting us, and that he thought that we would all be better off without him, in the end.
Dylan’s response; He was stupid! How could he think that?!
I told him that daddy wasn’t stupid. Daddy’s brain was playing tricks on him to make him think things that weren’t real.
He proceeded to cry and be mad for a while, then winding down, just enuf to go to bed.
Nights like that I get so mad at him!! And then I remember, that wasn’t really him at all …
I don’t know how to be him. I can’t even try. I won’t. So this year, there will not be any cool pumpkin carving. There will just be mommy with a Sharpie!