I dedicate this to my mother who firstly gave birth to me, and secondly kept me going through my roughest, darkest times. She was there when the kids picked on me relentlessly. She was there when he left us for the first time. She was there when I had no friends, no one else to turn to. She was there when that beyouch and her sons tormented my family. She was there when he left for the last time...
If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't be the person I am now. I wouldn't be able to let things roll off my shoulders so quickly. I wouldn't be a forgiving person. I shudder at the thought of what I could -would- have became.
So, thank you mom for being there.
1 comment:
Aww. No fair getting me all misty-eyed at work. That's just wrong.
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