Mother's Day came and went. Out of five children, the four-year old gave me a card and a hug. Really? OK. That hurts and out of hurt comes being pissed off. No surprise, chuckle........ha ha ha ha ha..................I'm pissed off. Ha ha Ha Ha Ha
I JUST saw my oldest three children two weeks before Mother's Day at my oldest's wedding. I got hugs and smiles and I love you's. Then............nothing. Oh, no. No. If you don't mean it, don't do it. Don't invite me, don't smile, don't dance with me, hug me, tell me "I love you." Don't, eye roll, be a hippocrate. ugh. shudder.
If you DID mean it.............hell...............buy a fucking card or make a free phone call or text. I did NOT raise them to be so ambiguous. Huh-uh. You either are or you aren't. You don't have to justify or quantify whatever you choose, just BE it, LIVE it. Don't lie about it, hide it or deny it. There's a price for all of it, good or bad, we pay it. All of us. We do it gladly or change. EYE ROLL, duh.
Make a choice and stand by it. No one ever said it would be easy, Lord knows they all saw me taking a stand against all odds, often. They've seen me fight, seen me have to apologize..............I didn't hide a thing and the stories are still told by their father. eye roll
Now, I'm irritated. I want to say something to each of them. What is mine to lose? Oh, gosh, they won't talk to me? Really? They didn't for years. I REFUSE to NOT be me, what sort of example is that to set?