you know what? you were right. i should be sorry. sorry i didnt leave sooner,sorry i put up with all i put up with, i’m sorry i enabled you, and gave you money. i’m sorry i fell out of love. but to love someone, you need two things: to feel loved, and to love yourself. i’m sorry i tried to fix it, but i thought i could if i tried hard enough. when a glass breaks, it is virtually unfixable. you can glue it back together as many times as you want but the next time it breaks, it breaks more than the last time, and the time before that. i’m sorry i cried over it, because nothing is worth that amount of tears. you were right. i was weak. i was scared. that changed the day i fought back and told you to cut the shit, though didn’t it? you were right, i’d never be able to find anyone else like you…well now that is MY choice. and last, but not least you were right about this. i am stubborn as hell. and now that i have my voice back, i can say this…i am okay. and if for that, i have to be sorry, well…sorry, but i’m not sorry

How do you say happy mothers day to someone who you don’t have a mother-daughter connection to? …

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