MTy sister knows the trauma my mom caused.Dhe women she referenced was a women I didn't know. The women I knew was abusive as fuck & hated me.
uring the trip, my sister kept bringing up my mom & was reminiscing about how my mom was before I was born. (We have different moms).
I'm lying in my bed as the storm drapes blankets of white over the shapes and shadows of my bedroom floor - sporadically illuminating the movie posters that lay flattened by my books on the carpet.
I really want to start trying for a mini me but nothing I’ve seen is inspiring. & I don’t mean “rose colored glasses crap”. Be honest please. But like, “it was extremely hard but it’s worth it and the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” honest? If that