I got the letter from my Mom today.
There was a lot of things she said. A lot of things that really hurt when she said them. A lot of things that put a lump in my throat because they hit close to home.
And she was right. On a lot of things.
(On the Flip, just a personal note)
My mom felt that I was playing the victim and not acknowledging the help that she's given me. I want to set the record straight on that one, right now.
My Mom has helped me immeasurably. She's helped me with my rent, she's helped me with my kids, she's helped me with my books. She's given me rides to the store since I don't have a car, and has never asked for a dime in exchange.
She's helped me get to therapy for my PTSD. She's watched my kids. When my kids were in foster care it was my mom who took them in. She sacrificed a career for them and me. If it wasn't for her, I wouldn't HAVE my kids. My lawyer was no help at all during the foster care process, and she was the one who started the kids on the road to recovery after abuse in foster care. She's helped me financially, and she's helped me emotionally.
So mom, thanks. I can't say it enough or with enough gratitude. I can't make up for what you read. But I CAN put out here for everyone to see that I can acknowledge that I'm wrong. I don't want to play games with you.
I have written some crap in my time. But I love you, and I can't express how much it means to me that you've helped me.
And I'm putting this here, because I want you to see it.
Stuart