Okay, my parents are driving me absolutely insane.
Almost as bad as they were after I broke up with that douchebag Diego.
Hell, maybe even worse.
I can’t go anywhere without getting the third degree. Why the Hell do they care so much about where I go or what I do?
And my dad’s always trying to send me on some friggin’ guilt trip about the babies – not being around enough, not doing enough, blah, blah, blah.
Yeah, whatever. Until he’s pushed two human beings out of his body, he can’t say shit to me about being a mother, or knowing what’s best for my kids. I’m their mother. I know what’s best!
And what’s best for them, well… It’s definitely not me. I shouldn’t be around them. I’m no good for them. Doesn’t he see that?!
Of course he doesn’t. And neither does mãe.
Anyway, after my parents finished chewing me out tonight (for what, the 50th time?), I snuck into the nursery to check on my boys. I try to stay away as much as I can, but… sometimes I can’t resist.
Stefan was still sound asleep, but I could hear Tobias gurgling and squirming around the moment I walked through the door.
I love just staring at them sometimes, y’know? They’re so precious. So perfect.
I still don’t understand how something so amazing could come from someone like me.
Maybe I never will.