I'm still obviously bitter. Mother's day makes me mad. I wish my mom a Happy day and give her something special. It's great for other mamas. I just don't want any part of it for me anymore. Not to mention its a month before father's day, and the mention of that day makes me want to scream obscenities.
I've started to slowly hate all holidays. They bring me no pleasure or joy and instead I get frustrated with the amount of pressure that surrounds holidays. I hate feeling like I *need* to do something special and fabulous to make it a good day.
Even typing this is making me feel teary eyed and I'm realizing how truly alone I am.