Last night, I brought Y2 to my Aunt’s house. This is probably one of the most painful decisions I’ve had to make following a series of events that do not need to be detailed.

This morning I was sitting in front of my computer looking at our bedroom door every few minutes hoping to see him there. I was half expecting a small voice calling out to me or a crying baby shouting “mommy mommy” from our room. No voices, no crying and no one to look at me with a pained expression. No arms to hug me tight and no tears to dry today, and probably for the next couple of weeks.

This pains me a lot because I promised myself that I would never ever let anyone take over my responsibility as my children’s mother. When my siblings and I were left to live with our grandparents, I promised myself that I would never do the same to my kids. No matter what happens, we would stay together, even if it meant that I would have to work a hundred times harder. Another broken promise to myself!

What makes this even more painful is that some people think I made the wrong decision. I don’t think I need to explain myself or explain my situation to anyone because it’s hard enough to deal with my problems that people still expect me to listen to their grievances when they only appear like superheroes.

Maybe if they live my life, they’ll appreciate me more.

***Superhero appearances – when someone thinks they need to do something really cool or good to make it seem like they are doing something when in fact they aren’t helping or providing solutions to the real problem.