I am really struggling today with some bad memories of Mother's Day.
Three years ago on MOther's day, XH gave me some gifts that I had hinted at, a really hateful card (that I couldn't understand the motive), and some last-minute wilting flowers from Target. X That night, we had arranged to go see a play with S and some friends, and walking out of the play, he yanked his hand away when I tried to hold it.
8 days later I got the bomb.
I am really down today, and I guess I needed to get it out.
I feel like a fraud over here in surviving most of the time.
