Am I really that too bad a father?

Is it asking too much? To dream of a harmonious family. It's bad enough that I have to carry on by myself, the least that I need are quarreling children... over petty things.

Am I really that too bad of a father, not to be able to instill on my kids' hearts enough love for each other.

Maybe I don't really deserve it.

I'm trying to be strong

I'm trying to be strong. I'm trying my best, acting like I really do not have any problems. Like I can face anything.

But I can't.

How I wish every time I sleep that when I wake up everything magically fixes itself and it's a better world for me and my kids.

I know that won't happen.

Prayers? I have lots of that. In fact, I breathe it.

I'm trying to be patient... or maybe I am the problem.

It sucks to be alone when this feeling comes to you.

I hope tomorrow will be better.

Wishful thinking.