I feel like the world is divided into two types of people - people who know loss and people who don't. And whenever I encounter someone who doesn't, I disregard them.
6:21:02
Why do we romanticize the dead? Why can't we be honest about them? Especially moms. They're the most romanticized of anyone.
Moms are saints, angels by merely existing. No one could possibly understand what it's like to be a mom. Men will never understand. Women with no children will never understand. No one but moms know the hardship of motherhood, and we non-moms must heap nothing but praise upon moms because we lowly, pitiful non-moms are mere peasants compared to the goddesses we call mothers.
6:22:38
I needed that time, those years to develop as a child to form my identity, to grow. I can never get those years back. Her death left me with more questions than answers, more pain than healing, and many layers of grief. The initial grief from her passing. Then the grief of accepting her abuse and exploitation of me. And finally, the grief that services now when I miss her and starts to cry. Because I do still miss her and start to cry.