It's pouring down rain, turning cold, my Mama is here and she is a lot like my H- let's just pretend like life is grand so we don't have to deal with anything. All she can do is sit here and read jokes off Facebook. As I struggle to hold back tears.
My mothering traits are so VERY different from hers. No way could I sit in a room with my child who is fighting back tears, and ignore them. Even at my age, it hurts.
I know this will pass, but right now I'm fighting to just hang on.
M-60 H-51 M-14 years BD 12/26/16 S 1/1/17
"First the pain, then the rising." Glennon Doyle Melton
