Repression at its best…. Things do not change and neither do people
I told myself many years ago I’d never cry over my mother’s actions or lack of actions again…. And here I stand 24 years old crying to myself. I wish I could help Her but I can’t. It’s her life. So I will suck it up… Be strong and stop crying, for I am the only one who can hear my tears. She owns my worst memories and I still love her.
