I haven't been able to post anything untill now because mylife has been spining out of control.

My son was in the hospital the last time i posted.He got better and was sent home,where me and his father do nothing but fight constantly because he wants nothing to do with our son.Months pass we celebrate holidays and aniverseries and then my son starts to get sick again so we end up back at the hospital where my son gose through lots of tests and surgeries.His dad hardly came around.The day he got released his dad shows up with a hicky on his neck and tells me that "the skinny blonde chic with big tits at his work burnt him with the roll tray" We got into a fight because i knew he was lying and he told me he was done he had moved on because i was to busy taking care of our sick son.I'm now trying to move on with my life but it is really hard when every hour i'm at my sons bedside changing a pad,cleaning his surgers,giving him pain meds,replacing feeding tubes its nonstop fun and i'm doing it all along like i have since he was born