Sorry I keep whining on here about the same old crap. I do go to therapy and feel like I'm making progress most of the time. I just get in moods, and I'm in one now.
Sigh - I don't want to go into everything. But I do not like my mother and don't want to talk to her. But I hate that I don't have a mom.
I'm unpacking the "easter joy" from DH's mom and a huge wave of sadness just hit me. I have no one who enjoys putting together nerdy baskets of peeps, cadbury eggs, and other traditional goodies just because they love me. I mean, DH does, of course. But it's not the same as your mom signing it from the easter bunny.
Sorry and thanks for reading (assuming you did).