Well, happy mother’s day.


Last year, I was pretty bummed out.
I’ll never have anyone to celebrate mother’s day with because I’ll never be a mother.

But, I’m okay with it this year.

Rather, I’m just feeling really fortunate and blessed that my mom is still alive and she cares for me.
She’s gone through a lot with my dad and Bill.
She’s gone through a lot with me. If she didn’t take me in during my panic attacks and refusal to eat, I am sure I would have died.

No doubt about it.
I think I was ready to.

My mom is just too caring and stubborn enough not to let that happen.

Recently, I finished watching the Son of Sam documentrary on Netflix.
That got me thinking that stuff like that was probably a big influence while she was growing up and pregnant with me.
Mass murders – aliens – satanic cults. Strangers couldn’t be trusted. The normal acting neighbor has bodies under the floorboards.

Despite all that, she let me play video games, play D&D, and watch cartoons.
She didn’t let societial generated fears turn her into an obsessive mom.

I really feel like I’m simplifying this a bit…

Anyway, things could have rolled out a lot differently and it didn’t.

I’m really lucky and greatful that my mom is my mom.