Hard Truth

I get yelled at...a lot. It just comes with raising two boys on the autism spectrum and loving a hubby that talks (and not always kindly) in his sleep. My head knows that it's not personal - none of them have control over it, but I'd be lying if I said it didn't hurt my heart. It's terribly difficult to keep your spirits up when you feel as though your frequently getting beaten down. I love them all immensely. I'll get over it and do it all again tomorrow and the next day and so on as I have been for the past 10 years. Just sometimes I wish the screams could be replaced with gentle words of encouragement. <3