that I love my son.. with all my heart.. and with all my soul... so much so..that.. I made sure.. I stayed in therapy.. for 23 years... not that I was a danger... but I wanted to be the very best Mom.. I could be.. I put my whole.. being into ... being a Mom... and a Dad.. for my son..

I ask myself... why.. what is it.. about me... that made me so very.. very unloveable... not by my mom... not by my dad.. and not by my sister..

stick.. a sign.. on my forehead.. that say "unloveable"... spell it frontwards ... and backwards.. so I too can see it in the mirror.. and know.. what I am..