Nothing magical happens when you reach a certain age.
Anger and blame toward your family of origin are not only a waste of energy, they keep you stuck in being a victim rather taking responsibility for learning to love yourself.
We aren’t going to blindly believe your flirtatious remarks and false claims of love. You have to show us how you feel with your daily actions. And once you earn our trust, we’ll love you with everything we have.
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 cannot remember what she said, but I will never forget her red, angry face, yelling so much that spit was hitting my face. In that moment, I thought she was going to kill me.
They think your use of Internet abbreviations is cause for concern. As if your vast lexicon of useful abbreviations means your vocabulary is somehow less good than that of a person who can’t decode a simple lmao, wtf, or imo.
Orphaned as a boy, this kid’s face says it all.
They won’t be waiting at the hospital when I give them grandchildren, and they won’t get to come over and see my first house. I know they are always with me, but they will not be there for those milestones in my life.
If you knew today was the last day your parents would be alive, you would try to relive every moment with them.
I am not a very good Jew
I never fast,
I eat carnitas during Yom Kippur,
Haven’t been to Synagogue
since Dad passed.
I guess it just doesn’t seem very Holy