Jul 14, 2006 15:03
By this; the tenth and tenth year; the situations were less painful resulted in repetition but, equally unnerving as the numbers all carried on as if she never exsisted.
It's depressing for a mother, grealty loved by the greatest of men, love with him a child whos adoration came souly from them. They spend a life with confusion and sparatic discussion and fail to comprehend why a masterpiece it took their love a lifetime to create would never enter the appreciation, never know the truth of warm arms, behind high tight or onto at all.
Mother alone would feel her massive heart sliver thinking of memeories her daughter will never of a love she never knew.
She is her everything, their everything and so she thinks back on their dreams, puzzled by the nothing she has been to so many who meant everything to her.
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First of all,
I apologize for my impatience but the visions of Cinderellas and friends, my own mothers wedding, made you seemingly unexsisting.
I apologize for the hours of eyelash curling, hair dying, speed chomping, power dieting, clothes buying, crying, blow drying, puking, whining, writing, singing, complaining, thinking, money lending, driving, home work doing and screwing ->
that were not spent on you.
I apologize that I did not become myself fast enough to be myself and find what was right for myself....
to be continued
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