Mother’s Day

This is a bitter post.

I can’t be on social media today. It’s too hard. It’s always too hard.

Mother’s Day.

I just get bitter when I see all the people I know posting pictures of how they’re so lucky to have their mom. 

All I can think is… yeah. Yeah you are.

Next year is going to be worse.

One of my explicit memories of my mom was when I was young and Mother’s Day fell on my birthday. My mom sat in the old, uncomfortable rocking chair we had and explained how excited she was to celebrate. I asked her why and she answered why my birthday was just so special that year. That it shows just how much we love each other.

So yeah. 

One of the few memories I have.

Here’s to 21.

And here’s to probably not being sober next birthday.

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