Happy Birthday my little Boy.
Today you are 22. I can’t touch you, hug you, or draw you a card. I can’t hear your voice or subject you to listening to my off key loud version of Happy Birthday. I haven’t seen you in just short of a year again. Last time I saw you, you were thinner, smaller, and still very angry with the 21 years of pain where I couldn’t make it better.
There I was, snuggled into my bed. Pitch dark in the wonderfully silent house. Surrounded by the 8 pillows and my own especially soft comforter. Sleeping. That’s how I roll. Tap Tap – “mom” OMG OMG I”m up what’s wrong OMG !!! I fling myself out of the bed and assume the stance of […]
Dear Service Providers of the Universe, I have compiled a list of things to help you out with that all elusive things called common sense. I am super nice like that.. 1– please do not have a recording tell me repeatedly that I can do everything on your awesome website, I am familiar […]
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