She is gone.

The spark in her eyes that she had when her husband first met her is all but extinguished.

The woman that had goals, aspirations and dreams now struggles to get through the day.

She used to have emotions.

She used to feel happy when she felt the warm summer air on her skin. She used to feel sad when she wasn’t able to provide for her family.

Now it’s just a routine. Get Up. Go to work. Clean the house. Feed the retard. Go to sleep.

She used to have reactions. When she was happy she would smile. When she was sad she would frown. When she was slapped on the ass by autism she would scold.

She is gone.

Source: https://www.reddit.com/r/DeepIntoYouTube/comments/4vsmi8/kid_messes_with_his_mom_while_she_makes_his_bed/d61g0gp