She's been crying all day and all night, I can't do it anymore. She doesn't like me, she only likes Rafe, especially in the night. I suck at being a mother and I look ugly, the stretchmarks and everything.
Rafe is busy with his dad's funeral so he isn't home today. I'm all on my own for a few hours. I can it, I can't. The first few days everything was good, she was quiet but now she cries the whole time. I need it to stop.
I called my dad because I was tired, hungry and needed a shower. He was coming over in a few with Joanna.
As I waited for them to arrive, I felt a mixture of relief and apprehension. Relief that I wouldn't be alone in dealing with my daughter's constant crying, and apprehension at the thought of facing my father's judgement. Would he see me as a failure, incapable of handling the responibilities of motherhood?
But as they walked through the door, I was greeted not with judgement, but with understanding and empathy. My dad enveloped me in a tight embrace, his comforting presence a soothing balm to my frayed nerves.
Y/n: thank you
Dad: it's okay.
With tears streaming down my cheeks, I gratefully accepted their help. I retreated to the bathroom, the warm water of the shower washing away the physical and emotional exhaustion that had settled deep within my bones. For a few precious moments, I allowed myself to simply exist, to breathe, to let go of the overwhelming weight that had been bearing down on me.
When I emerged from the bathroom, I found my dad and Joanna sitting in the living room, my daughter cradled in Joanna's arms. She was rocking Maeve gently back and forth.
As I approached them, my dad smiled reassuringly at me.
Dad: You're doing the best you can, sweetheart. Motherhood is tough, but you're tougher. And you're not alone in this, we're here for you every step of the way.
Y/n: thank you for everything.
Dad: Do you want to get some sleep while we're here? It will do you good.
Y/n: no need to ask me twice. Rafe should be back around 4.
Dad: okay.
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A/n: I was going to read today but instead I'm sitting here in my bed writing. My reading goal this year is 60 books, last year it was 50 and I completed it but now I'm a bit worried because I'm already 5 books behind schedule. Do you have a reading goal?
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FanfictionY/n Y/l/n lives on the cut with her little brother and her alcoholic mother. But when she meets Rafe Cameron everythings changes. This book will contain smut, drugs and a lot of other stuff so read this at your own risk. This will follow a bit of t...
