Mother's Day Again
Another mother's day alone... I mean with empty arms. This makes three. This is my third mother's day and all I want to do is skip it. I hate it. It just is another day that reminds me of what I don't have. I don't feel like a mother. I never do. I hate being reminded that I am a bereaved mother. I really just hate it. I want to be happy but I just can't. I feel alone. This isn't how my life was suppose to be. I don't understand why this has happened. I keep waiting for God to show me the answers but I can't find them. It all wrong. I hate mother's day!