I feel like it's me who has to teach them how to behave in this place. I feel that now I have to use my experiences to take care of them, and many times I feel too angry because of this, because I don't feel prepared and almost always this idea ends up overwhelming me.
What makes my blood boil the most is when they tell me that they were never in charge of doing anything at their father's, that everyone took care of them.
I asked a question to find out what they truly thought about me and their answer shook me to my core. Here's what I said: Now that your father is not here, the task of taking care of you from the world has passed to me, right?
They nodded and smiled and innocently answered with a yes, that thanks to my experience with bad people I am able to teach them about the dangers of the world.
Many will wonder who am I talking about, well, that person is actually the woman who have birth to me a few years ago.












