Nov 05, 2007 20:19
... and I don't think I'll be going back anytime soon.
I've never liked hospitals, and seeing my mom in one, laying in bed just totally ruined me. Yeah, she and I don't get along that well, but sitting in that room, seeing her just laying there, watching tv... it made me calm. It was probably the first time in years, sitting there with her, where we were actually mother and son, not just two people who completely despised each other.
It was one of those situations in which I felt like openning up, telling her about things that have been happenning o me as of late, how I'm sad, how things aren't positively in my favor, but I couldn't. She looked calm... like a mother. I think that's what wanted me to open up, seeing her in a form that I hadn't seen her in years..... 10 years, maybe.
I felt like crying in front of her. It just seemed good... right... but fuck it.
Urgh... I don't know what else to say or do. Times are tough... ugh...