Every morning I miss you so much.
It’s like I can’t accept this moment your gone.
My mother, my nemesis, my worst enemy.
We could have had more if only you’d see.
I don’t know when you stopped caring,
or if you ever did.
All I know is, your gone.
And what could have been,
will never be.
It’s like I feel this immense weight on my shoulders. She perpetrated abuse against me in a multitude of ways. Her death just finalized things and what I always thought we would be, never was. She never did come around to be my mother. She just stayed an addict. She completely chose men and drugs over me. I understand that she came from a horrible background and was abused herself. But never once did she ever even try to quit or even contemplate it.
It’s so hard for me to accept the fact that our relationship was all it was. I cry daily over her death. The closure that I got from this was most certainly not what I ever imagined. It hurts like hell. It’s been 9 months but it seems like I’m grieving so much more lately.