Forever kind of thing

Mom, your choices were poor. You chose our abuser over me and I’m letting that choice be a forever kind of thing. You will not stroll back into my life after my family is raised and my advocation has me feeling on top of the world. You can live with choosing my father over me, until the day you die.

My writing has me seeing the old you clearer than ever and your exit was so petty. I healed a long time ago and I won’t go backwards.

I don’t write to win friends. I write to let my soul have a winning feeling of lightness. And that light of mine does not include a single dark stroke from you. You can’t make it right. Abandonment of a child, even I was an adult, will be your defining moment in my life. You can live with knowing that I don’t need you and not miss a wink of sleep. Thats who you are. You are everything sad about being a woman.