At the time, I thought I was different.
I thought my situation was different.
I thought our love was different.
I thought maybe they were projecting their pain onto something that didn’t apply to me.
Although I talk about her a lot, I talk about the trauma I went through because of her, or with her. I talk about the things I can’t forget because of her and the habits she gave me that I am trying to break none of these things replace the love I had for my mother.
