I’m 40 (m) in April, and I miss my fucking mom
As the title says.
She’s been dead for over 3 years. I’m pretty sure I’m over it but sometimes I think about her and cry.
Obviously at this stage I can’t be upset and say it to people.
You have to be seen to move on.
I do wonder if my 9 year old boy remembers her.
I don’t want to ask him because it’s just sharing my pain. I hope he doesn’t.
EDIT: oh god a bit embarrassed now. I just typed it to feel I was saying it out loud.
You’re all so nice in the comments.
You are all a really nice bunch of people.
You all shouldn’t have commented on a mad man rambling but it is very much appreciated. Sláinte mo chara