My 35th birthday found me very raw from the breakup of a long-term relationship and living at home with a mother who loves to ask, “When am I going to be a grandmother?”
I always wonder if there was a moment that you were down and broken that I could have come in and saved you from yourself.
They say that a Mother’s love is purest kind of love; yet, I realized that when I look at you, my mother, I am looking at the purest love I will ever know.
I have never felt incomplete despite not having a father figure because my mum took on both roles to the best of her ability.
I want her to divide her love and pour it out without fearing the feeling of feeling empty.
Yes, pregnancy is a miracle. We get that.
A man will not solve all your problems.
He asks you to lie about wanting kids or about being Catholic, so that she’ll approve of you.
My organization, cleaning, and housekeeping methods are neurotic as hers.
Most of all, thank you for being my dad when the real one couldn’t do the job. It wasn’t your job to do but you did it anyway and I will always be grateful to you for that.