In Between.

My head is not in the game.  Why do I continuously stress over things I cannot control.  It's not my fault.  I have been more than just "nice".  I've been more than accommodating to you.

I'm done being nice.
I'm done being walked on.
I'm done being used.
I'm done feeling sorry for myself.
I'm done feeling like a failure.
I'm done stressing.
I'm done crying.

I'm better than this.
I'm a good person.
I'm a great mother.
I can handle this.
I'm doing more than my fair share.
I'm happy.
I'm happy.
I'm happy.

You've made your choices.  Whatever you decide is up to you.  Just don't expect me to feel sorry for you after all of this.

And when the kids get older and they ask me WHY you weren't more active in their lives....

I'll just tell them that that's what you wanted.

And when they grow up and look at all the things around them...

They are going to thank ME for being there.  For supporting them. For breaking my bones in order for theirs to grow.

Being a true parent isn't just biological   Its all the in betweens that matter.