She is gone. No contact. Her choice.
The irony of it being the second time she has made this choice is all too evident in my head.
Which evokes the last words my mother who adopted me spoke in my ear. “I have no daughter”.
Which evokes a feeling of sadness intense.
Of course, adopted mother was not a nice person.
And it appears biological mother is a nice person
But why the fuck does that matter.
Neither wanted to be my mother.
Yes, I am upset
No, it will not kill me
Sometimes you do not get what you want.
And then you struggle with your sense of self.
What’s so fucking wrong with me?
Oh dear time to rebuild.
I think the next post has to be a much lighter subject 🙂
And now I shall shower and go to wollies for sometimes I need to smoke more than usual.