The memory of smoke

The memory of smoke

Sunday, May 8, 2011

Happy fucking mother's day.

As for my mother. She chose her abusive husband (my abusive father) over her own children, when we were still children. I tried for a long, long time, as long as I'd been in her debt, and more.

We have not spoken for over a decade. I have not seen her for eleven years today. I'm sad about this, and deeply relieved.

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