I got my mother’s day hives last week. With the help of Benadryl, it’s cleared up. Weird I get all these rashes during grieving season. And then they go away after the June fifth death anniversary. Poof! They vanish.
That first year, Mother’s Day hit me like a ton of bricks. That title expresses exactly how I felt. I felt bitter and resentment and I was pissed at the world. “Go on, go celebrate all your living children,” I wanted to scream.
I wanted to be mad at someone but there was no one to be angry with. … Read more...
Alter Ego: It’s Mother’s Day today. Your first
Me: Now that’s a new definition of the first Mother’s Day
Alter Ego: It’s the first since his suicide
Me: I just want to die
Alter Ego: Really?
Me: No, not really. I planned the birthday and death anniversary but there so many occasions. I just failed to plan for this one.
Alter Ego: What would you have done?
Me: Planned a surgery that lasted all day
Alter Ego: Well you don’t need surgery
Me: No. I just need the anesthesia
Alter Ego: It’s just one day
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