When Dad died, I lost not only a father but also a mother.
Mom is an incredible woman and I respect and admire her more and more every day.
But she is not the same woman I used to know.
She has to pay the bills, fix the leaky pipes, monitor the hearts of her children, invest in relationships of other family members, sell the house, do laundry.... The list continues. I have no idea how she does it all.
Without dad, mom is stretched thin. I feel bad talking to her about what's going on in my life. I'm a big girl now. She needs to emotionally invest in my other siblings. Not me.
But I still miss our relationship.
I don't like feeling distant from her.
Erg. Life.
Xoxo
Blondie
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