On Mother's Day
I won't be celebrating Mother's Day anytime soon. You see, my mother and brother & I had a blow-out years ago. That family relationship pretty well disappeared so quickly once Theresa past away. I won't get into the awful details. Why make people more angry? I'm about as angry as you can imagine. Honestly, when it was all said and over, I was just a stupid ATM to them. It's over. I distinctly remember a few years ago, it was a dark moment in my life. I had trouble sleeping for about 2 weeks and started to hallucinate. It was horrible. It took me a week to recover, and at the end of it, near Christmas, I got this screaming call from my so-concerned mother. She was upset because I was cleaning my goddamn apartment. Seriously. She was always quoting "When people show you who they are, believe them." Well guess what, it wasn't people showing me, it was God - how about that one? Here's a fairly accurate replay of THAT conversation. "Where WH...
