I find it a particularly odd day. My mother gave me up at birth. I suppose I should thank her for meaning well. she had no idea I would grow up in such horrible conditions - she meant well. I don't hate her. I don't love her - but I don't hate her.
I respect what mothers go through though. I see it in my friends. It is a job I wouldn't want.
Tobias Mitchell · Sun May 10, 2009 @ 11:37pm · 0 Comments |