I hate myself right now. . .for what I did to a character.

I should have realized something was up when I was crying so hard I couldn't even finish the story. It hurt that much. Even now I find it hard to read the screen. I'm second guessing myself, which is something I rarely do with a 'published' story.

I'm seriously considering just scrapping the project completely and never returning to it. I don't know how much more of it I can take.

I really love this character. He is my little boy. He is my little girl. And I had to do this to him.

Like I said. I hate myself right now. I do invest something into each of my characters that I write.

A lot happens to this young one in the first fifteen years of his life. Some of it good. Some of it bad. All of it is life. There are people who care for him through it all.

The problem is, will anyone want to read any more about him when I finally get him to the age of twelve?

Or will it simply be too painful, the loss and pain he's had to go through?

I'm off to my parents for a party. Hopefully I'll have a little clarity when I get back.