It's been a decent day. Apologies for the bitch-fest below. I warned you that I might need to complain. Chances are, it'll happen again.
For anyone else who blogs, does doing this writing sometimes feel like writing a letter? It feels like that for me, for tonight.
Momma's getting stronger. She can get herself up and down (mostly) and is well on the path to being walker-less. According to her physical therapist, this could (and should) happen before the new year. That would be LOVELY!!
Her recovery means that again, I can dream about my own life. The one I was just beginning, the one I want again. I'm feeling greedy that I want my own life. Sometimes I feel like a fake when I'm nice to Momma.
Hell, sometimes I feel like a fake in my own life. Que sera, sera.
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Considering how tough this has been on both of you, I'm still proud of you regardless of what you may think. Lord knows it's tough staying home with my mother on weekends, let alone phone conversations that last longer than 3 minutes. I can't fathom doing it 24/7 AND having to care for her every need.
I take it you're reconsidering even the possibility of bearing children. LOL
Love you!
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