I'm jealous of people who have them. Jealous to the point of breaking down, actually. My father died and my mother is...my mother. I don't know how to describe her any other way. I don't denounce her...I just can't stand her a lot of the time. I suppose I never really had a family growing up, and now more than ever, I see the result of that. My
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I know my mom cares about me. Sometimes it's just hard to see it under all of the yelling and stress she gives me. I know she does. Ever since you left, she hasn't been yelling at me anymore. She mentioned you, and said she really liked you a lot. She said you can come back any time. Please don't feel sad. I feel like I'm now feeling it with you..
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Just though I would add something to relate to.
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*hug*
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