A Great Day with My Little Man

Spent a great Sunday with my little guy today.  It seems to have made up for a lot of the bad feelings I’ve been having toward his mother. We spent most of the day at a bookstore, reading him all of the new Halloween offerings.  He loves to be read to. I think we spent several hours in all.  He’s a real treasure and I am in awe of how much I am learning about the power of love and it’s role in a healthy life.  I worry very little about very much other than how my mental health and it’s attendant troubles impact him.  I feel like I need to focus upon both recovery and cleaning up my perceptions of my ex, which need it badly.  I really don’t know just who I am without the little man. I often wonder just how people who don’t have the Bens of the world to bind them to this earth keep from despair and eventual suicide.  I’ve come to realize that without him there would be nothing at all between me and my own penchant for narcissistic self-destruction.  I don’t dabble in hyperbole, so I’m being entirely honest when I say this.  Wherever would I be without him?  I shudder to think.