Please stop sending me posts about it being too late to order flowers/pajamas/chocolate covered strawberries/lingerie or any other such Mother's Day type Mother's Day gift.
My mother is dead. And I discovered I failed to mail the card I bought to send her for her last Mother's Day the week after she died. No wonder it was not in the pile of lovely cards she had hidden/keep safe in her underwear drawer.
And by Mother's Day, I will be divorced from my lying, cheating, wall hitting, cursing, vandalzing sociopath of a husband. Not that he acknowledged Mother's Day last year.
Mother's Day this year? It can go fly a kite. Maybe that is what my little man and I will do.
So all of you who keep sending me emails, go suck it.
4 Years Old - Moving On
14 years ago
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