Sometimes I think that I am the greatest failure ever. I squandered so much potential. Diabetes and Sleep Apnea helped a great deal...clouding my thoughts...dulling...slowing. But I bear a great responsibility for it.
Even now I cannot get my adopted son to care about his own future. He is a slug and I am to blame. I think that even if her were my own, from birth, he would have still turned out the same. I am to blame.