Dear God, I felt so hurt and cheated of motherhood that I probably also hurt Woody in the process. I am just too weak in my spirit to stand up to this.
I love Woody deeply but am too upset to care for him. In fact, the amount of crying makes me wonder if I am setting into depression.
And Woody is still coping with early ejaculation. He now no longer tells me and just fake the fuck.
Dear God please have mercy on us.