8/28/2017

He was talking about his mom. Seems like a good mom. As he is talking about her, I think of mine. I feel my eyes tear up but I don’t cry. He’s lucky. I feel it. The part of me that’s still waiting for mommy to show up. The hurt is still very much apart of me, but at the same time disconnected.

I want the pain to stop.

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