my son thinks i am a loser and that is the only opinion that counts with me, i try, oh how i try, yet it is not enough, and it will never be enough in his eyes, i woke up this morning cut to pieces, i have run out of super glue, obviously not deep enough to be fatal but deep enough to need stitches, i have an appointment in 2 hours with social workers to try and resolve some of the issues i have regarding my son and the visitation issues that dog my everyday existance, i know it is not going to be good, either way, and i cant say i wont be in a stable frame of mind when i return to the site after the meeting, i know i have people to talk to on this site about the si'ing, for that i am grateful, just please dont judge me for the state i am going to be in when i do return in 7-8 hours time