She's been gone too long already. I miss her so much. Trying to be patient, and let her discover herself, but its taking too long.
Tomorrows Thanksgiving. It's hard to be grateful when alone, and missing my babies. I feel as if I have lost my world. Gone with the wind. I feel empty. Tearful. Sad. Wishing life would finally end for me. It hurts that my children just don't seem to love me, like I had hoped they would. I wasn't the best Mom, but I was the best Mom I knew how to be. I never wanted to be the kind of mother my own mother was. I never had a maternal teacher. I wasn't around younger kids much, growing up.
Well I gotta get off this pity pot. Bye for now.