Holiday Blue's
The holiday seson is difficult for me, especially since my kids have grown. I lost my mother, after a long illness, when I was 18 to cancer. The holiday's haven't been the same since.
This morning my son started with his sarcastic mouth. So I am making stuffing and crying. How is this any good? My son is so-s disrespectful to me. I really can'[t stand it anymore. And today of all days he has to start his crap. I'm so sick of it.
He has absolutely no respect for me at all. As a matter of fact I feel like he wish's I would just disapear. Some times I wish that too. It would be so much easier.
This is worse than being alone!
This morning my son started with his sarcastic mouth. So I am making stuffing and crying. How is this any good? My son is so-s disrespectful to me. I really can'[t stand it anymore. And today of all days he has to start his crap. I'm so sick of it.
He has absolutely no respect for me at all. As a matter of fact I feel like he wish's I would just disapear. Some times I wish that too. It would be so much easier.
This is worse than being alone!
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This is a poemI read when I was young. I knew it rang true then. And here I am at 53 reciting it again. Sometimes the truth is always staring you in the face.
I am alone,
I am so different, I have always known
I would always be alone.
I am alone.
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