2023 is the year I had enough

Mar 4

You know that fantasy you have where your heart leaps out of your chest when your child apologizes for the mistreatment and subsequent pain they caused you? That happened. For real. I was beyond happy for several months. I was mothering my daughter again.

But it didn’t last. Now you can stick a fork in me because I am done. Done like dinner. Done done done done done.