I stayed alive for my son. In my darkest times, when there was no way out, I would see his face in my mind. A reason to live. Had no idea what pressure that was putting on him,neither of us knowing it at the time... and today he hates me with such a deep passion it takes my breath away.... I am still alive, he is out of my life... just grateful somewhere along the line I started living for me. Our precious kids, paid such a high price that we had no control over. But we suit up and show up now.. it's what we do.