36 bullets and 18 hand grenades....

[timetodiecowboy]

it's a suicide mission, but we're in this together....

I'm going home after a week and a half and I'm going to face my mother.
I don't really know what to expect.
I really hope I just get home and she tells me she missed me and asks what I still need to move.

Somehow I think that won't be the case, but one can hope.

I just want her to have faith in me.
For her to let me know that she knows I can make this work....
Instead of just pointing out every negative outcome that could possibly occur due to me moving.

You're my fucking mom...just give me a little hope.
I have asked you for very little over the course of my entire life because I understand how hard it is for you as a single mother to provide anything above the absolutely necessary.
But I don't need money.
And I don't need materialistic objects.

I need you to have faith in the way I've been raised and in the mature young lady that you created.
Because I can tell myself I can do this all I want to, but if you don't think that I can It doesn't really matter.

Here's hoping.