Cards...

Flowers...

Chocolates...

Cute lil'bows and cute lil'boxes...

Jewels...

Jems...

Strings of pearls...

...or hearts scribbled around a signature or name.



As none of you are aware, my mother has abandoned my family. The main person she abandon was my younger sister, whom she has been supporting for years. Its sad. For about 5 years now my mother wouldn't allow anyone to be near or care for my sister because she was "too sick" for any of us to understand. She was to be my sister's "savior" from our hellish family.

My mother is sick in the head, and has been for a very long time... but due to the divorce, most of us 'allowed' her to continue to make my lil'sister worse. Telling her she is sick... making her believe that my mother was the only one who cared. We weren't allowed near my sister, but my sister was told we didn't want to help her. My mother.... or lets say, the woman who calls herself a mother... fully fawked up my family.

Now, not even a year after the divorce was finalized and the whole family has separated from each other... I come back into the picture.

I do not know what you believe in... but in the beliefs I follow, everyone is born into life to learn a lesson. I was not. I was born into this life to help, shelter, shepherd, and protect those who need me... until I come to that time where I am to lay down my own life for all those I care about. And if you knew me in person, you'd have a better understanding of this.

My life has been filled with people, most come and go [or come and I must let go] because I am only to be around until I am not 'needed' anymore. So, for my sister, I was needed now.

I moved in with them, spent a few months here watching the situation... and before I started to voice up and step in, the situation began to get worse... and worse. My mother has found another, which I was happy that she found happiness... until I met him. Its turned into the typical "step parent" ordeal where the new comer turns the parent against their own children... and then quickly [in the matter of weeks] twisted into something completely sickening.

For what she has done makes me nauseous. How can you call yourself a "mother" after you've done what you've done and treated your family like they were your enemy or a disease?

"I'm happy with my life. Its none of your business. I don't need you, I have Ralph!" That was her only come back for everything I've asked or confronted her. She's happy, so the rest of the family can screw themselves.

In my birthday card it read "I'm happy with my life." No "happy birthday."

The story has soooo much more to it, and most of it makes those who know me in real life sick.

All in all... there will be none of that. Mother's day does not exist for my family. Not anymore.

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So for those with mother's that love them, care for them, and continue to do what mother's do best... Happy Mother's Day.

Cherish what you have, because not all of us have it.