My Dream

I had a dream a long time ago on a cold winters night. My dream consisted of having a family, a husband, a relatively happy life. The nightmare began on September 11 when I held my newborn baby in my arms singing hush little baby after taking an overdose of an a.d.d medication mixed with risperdal and something else. As I was sitting in the mental hospital suffering from tachycardia, I learned that my partner got our child taken away from us. Being a mother I gave him a good lecture and thought the most transparent yet positive thought I would get my child back from custody. As the months went by I got more and more angry at him for being such an arrogant lying prick! I found out that my dreams aren't coming true! As I'm sitting here, I'm watching my 8 year old grow up from afar, I have no contact with my second child. I am currently going through a divorce from this thing that calls himself a man. I'm all alone, in this big, scary place nobody to hold my hand and say it'll be alright keep your chin up! I've tried dating but it seems that there's something about me they can't stand and I wish I could figure it out! As I'm sitting here I have this little bit of peace that maybe things will be different next time.