Mother's Day
Well, like all holidays with memories*, it passed.
My wife bought the gift packs assortment for me to deliver to my step mother, which I did. I did not tarry.
My step mothers name is Bonnie. My mothers name was Bonnie. And it is that my step mother is rather ideal. I cannot revel in that. Nothing has been fair.
I've been having conversations about my mothers suicide and the after effects with my youngest sister. Her husbands father had his father leave his mother when she got pregnant and was then raised by a stepfather. His was unaware of the difference and his mother took the secret to her grave and he only found out when a crazy aunt gave the secret away rather recently. Anyway, his stepfather blew his brains out one day after having an argument with this man, who was in high school at the time, before he went off to school one morning. His deathnote was on the order of, "Clean this mess up before your sister gets home." It was his half sister.
When I met this man I could recognize this preoccupation in his eyes even before I knew this story.
*I initially typed "momories" by mistake.
My wife bought the gift packs assortment for me to deliver to my step mother, which I did. I did not tarry.
My step mothers name is Bonnie. My mothers name was Bonnie. And it is that my step mother is rather ideal. I cannot revel in that. Nothing has been fair.
I've been having conversations about my mothers suicide and the after effects with my youngest sister. Her husbands father had his father leave his mother when she got pregnant and was then raised by a stepfather. His was unaware of the difference and his mother took the secret to her grave and he only found out when a crazy aunt gave the secret away rather recently. Anyway, his stepfather blew his brains out one day after having an argument with this man, who was in high school at the time, before he went off to school one morning. His deathnote was on the order of, "Clean this mess up before your sister gets home." It was his half sister.
When I met this man I could recognize this preoccupation in his eyes even before I knew this story.
*I initially typed "momories" by mistake.