Truth be told there were other possible titles for this post. "Mother's Day Blows Chunks." "Mother's Day Sucks." "Crappiest Day of the Year." Yesterday was a rough day. A day that is meant to celebrate amazing women ended up being one of the most painful for me. My mom isn't in my life anymore. No she didn't pass away. She just spent all of my life telling me that she wished she never had me and that I was the biggest mistake of her life.
I've decided there really needs to be a day for people who had a**holes for mother's. Where is our day? Also, there should be a sale on tequila that day.
The relationship between mother and daughter is one of the most important relationships in life. The mother spends many years grooming her daughter to be a woman one day. To be a woman, wife and mother. A mother's love is like no other. When rejection is given instead of love, that pain is second to none. You're left to pick up the pieces and try to figure out what is so profoundly wrong with you. All I saw yesterday were stories and articles and interviews from people who were blessed with amazing women who were so proud to be mother's.
And all I could think was why was I given a defective mother, but others weren't. What's so wrong with me that she didn't want to be my mom? I know that she is the one with the problems and the issues are hers to deal with, but on days like yesterday you can't help but wonder why you were picked to win the crappy mom lottery. All I know is that it's her loss and she is the one missing out on being a part of my really great life.
Until Next Time,
I've decided there really needs to be a day for people who had a**holes for mother's. Where is our day? Also, there should be a sale on tequila that day.
The relationship between mother and daughter is one of the most important relationships in life. The mother spends many years grooming her daughter to be a woman one day. To be a woman, wife and mother. A mother's love is like no other. When rejection is given instead of love, that pain is second to none. You're left to pick up the pieces and try to figure out what is so profoundly wrong with you. All I saw yesterday were stories and articles and interviews from people who were blessed with amazing women who were so proud to be mother's.
And all I could think was why was I given a defective mother, but others weren't. What's so wrong with me that she didn't want to be my mom? I know that she is the one with the problems and the issues are hers to deal with, but on days like yesterday you can't help but wonder why you were picked to win the crappy mom lottery. All I know is that it's her loss and she is the one missing out on being a part of my really great life.
Until Next Time,
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