Sorry I haven’t been as active here. I’ve been dealing with what could possibly be the end of my mother. Of course
Watching my mom go through her ninth stroke this year has been rough. The years of drug abuse have really taken a toll on her. Even though she's only 70, she looks and feels so much older. This latest stroke? It just feels different, like she's fading in a way I haven't seen before.
We've had our differences, big ones. She pushed me away because I'm gay, and we haven't been close for a long time. Almost 20 years. But seeing her like this hurts. Underneath all the hurt and the history, and trauma, she's still my mom. I wish I had more to say.