Mama I miss you…😔

Nothing in the world could have prepared me to live without my mother. Sometimes, I find myself angry inside that other people have their mothers still here…alive…breathing…and I’m forced to live without mine. It’s an ache that will never go away, honestly. The only way I can describe it is being a pain that I’ll eventually learn to live with, I guess. I don’t talk about it…like AT ALL. That’s probably the issue, kinda scary when you think about it to. I’d rather just keep things bottled inside than to feel weak, broken, or anything in the form of that, in front of anyone. I’d rather be quiet and stay in my shell than to express how I really feel inside. This whole “take it one day at a time” crap is bullshit! Therapy…HA! Another bill to the insurance company is all it really is. Doesn’t work. Well, it hasn’t worked for me, let me say that. Not sure how successful it’s been with anyone else. The ones of you that still have the blessing of having your mother alive, then cherish it. The good ones deserve to be celebrated everyday. The bad ones however, I’ll keep that comment to myself. Mama always said, “if you don’t have anything nice to say then don’t say nothing at all.” See Mama, I do listen…sometimes…