Some days my kid can skewer my heart, rip it out of my chest, throw it on the ground and stomp on it. And not even know she's doing it.
It doesnt happen often but when it does my head and heart just reel.
I'm pretty sure she knows I'm her biggest champion, loudest cheerleader and just plain best confidant she'll ever have. She just must forget sometimes. Either that or I have to get over myself and realize I'm not everything my mind has me cracked up to be. I dunno.
She's coming home this weekend and I was informed this afternoon she'll be spending most of her time with her significant other. This trip is for them and although she'll see us (family) we are not the priority so dont expect much.
I'm jealous if I must admit the ugly truth. And the truth hurts.
Whiny fucking baby post. yay me. But I needed to vent.