I would love to be patient, all the time. I would love, to never have to raise my voice. I would love, to never have to hear the words "I hate you mom". But reality is a bitch, and I am forced to loose my temper, and raise my voice, and hear those dreaded words. I just wasn't prepared - and I had NO idea how hard it was going to be. Considering everything the three of us have been through though, it's no wonder she is at a loss of how to express her anger. I just hope we can find some positive reinforcements... and better tactics for releasing our frustration. Today was trying, but I am getting better at keeping my chin up and marching onward through the bullshit. I am confident, and I am happy, and very much loved and in-love. Super power girl team + one super awesome guy :)
Boots to keep my feet dry = 100$, Bus fare to get to the other side of town = 2.50$, All my fears and insecurities erased and vanishing into thin air = priceless.
We are going to be just fine, thanks.
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