For the past couple months since my fathers passing I have been doubting myself not only as a child who didn’t spend enough time with her parents and now its to late. To my role as a mom and a wife. I feel like I am the worse person on the Universe and that I can’t do anything write. I feel like throwing in the towel and climbing in a whole and never coming out. Charlie and I keep butting heads on his school and when I try and talk to David about how I feel he gets mad. Then I went to check the mail and I found my…