My job sucks sometimes. I need counseling as much as my kids do. At work we all laugh a lot because they do and say funny things -- they're wonderful, smart people and I love them all so much. But then I come home and focus on their pain, and realize that some of our laughing was defensive. I feel guilty because we spend time avoiding the important stuff and joke like their lives aren't sad. I don't like the shit they deal with. It's not fair at all.