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Sunday, May 11, 2014

Mom, Mommy, Mother, a.k.a. Mooma

I cant believe my brain recalls that last one. It almost makes me cry. Oh wait, tears have already been spilled. Today is one of those days Id rather close the door on, but I cant because of all the people in my life who still have mommys that care. Then I remember, Im not the reason this days sucks! Its not my fault, Its not James, Josephines, or Bobbys fault. Its Kates (maybe even Richards). But us kids, we did nothing wrong. We did nothing to drive a wedge in our lives.

So to all those Mommys who care. To all those Mommys who stuck around through the hard, who cared through the evil, who stayed with open arms, and a loving heart. to all those Mommys who made the teenage years livable, who loved unconditionally (without expectation), to all those Mommys who knew no matter the consequences, these kids are my responsibility. To all the Mommys who matter, HAPPY MOTHERS DAY. Youve earned it.


---My Mommy, you can turn your back all you want, God is watching. Science makes sense, but GOD IS WATCHING.
And yes, Im still angry. You cant abandon your kids (even with their evil father) and expect all to be good. Time does not make this feeling go away, time does not makes these memories fade. Time does not heal all.

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