Robs me of a parenting joy when my unusually sweet and empathetic 13 year old son throws his arms around me and tells me "I love you sooooo much."
Robs me of enjoying my cup of coffee in the morning.
Robs my children of the "normality" of being worry-free kids when they "catch" their mom curled up in bed sobbing or seeing my eyes so puffy they are nearly closed.
Robs my children of seeing their mom smile.
Robs my husband of his wife and my elderly mom of her youngest daughter.