Today my son is 11 months old. These past 11 months have been the hardest. I feel like I'm falling apart more and more. I have really good days but I have really bad days too.
I miss my husband, he works so much that we barely see each other, its putting a strain on our marriage. We love each other so much but we have no time for each other. Its difficult to be the strong parent all the time. I don't tell him how much his working late bothers me - he is supporting his family.
