Grieving
For so long I wanted a mom. I thought a mom meant a sober individual who showed up. I worked at that for so long trying to do all I could to make her change. I began to go to Alanon and realized it was me who needed to change. It was me who needed acceptance of the situation and after that awakening,trying to get her to change sounded silly. I grew apart from my desire for her, relazing the manipulation hurt and lies I was fed. It’s been three years, no contact and tonight I’m missing her. Missing that laugh, sense of humor, special connection we share of the same blood. It’s not fair, but I’m not angry. The peace of that is what I was promised would come, I didn’t realize it’d be so bitter sweet some days. Live and let live