Throw himself under my feet to absorb the shock of the dance that threatens to shatter the world so mommy can resume her fair form?

I need my own man to be Shiva to my Shakti. Not my son. Can't turn the kids into archetypes. It screws them up.

But I can't keep going to ER so the worried guards can babysit me because I have compulsions to hang myself. At least there will be no pills. No one need worry I got ****ed up and regretted but had to keep
going for fear of being mistreated in hospital.

I want my son to come here and take charge. That's what men do. That's what ptsd men do. I