Today my mom purged some old clothes. She was so proud. Then she stopped and said "I still didn't touch Randy's though". I said "don't you want to do just one bag and take it to the thrift shop?". "Nope."
I dont know how to help her move forward. She's stuck being the eternal widow. It hurts me. I want my momma back. But she's stuck in the hurricane aftermath. Still. Three years later. I'm not rushing. I just want her to get to a healthy place. I miss my mom. The real one. Not this sad lady.
Not to mention. I can't even think about planning a wedding. Like dude. You were supposed to walk me down the aisle. Now I'm like I guess I'll walk alone. I don't want my father to do it. I wanted you to. 😩
I don't know how to fix anything. I don't know what to do. I don't know how to proceed. I just wish I could talk to you. 💔
