Monday, August 11, 2008


I was talking with work friend, telling her I don't know what's wrong with me lately, I'm eating and drinking with absolutely no self control.

Me: "Oh yes, I have to leave early today, it's my step dad's wedding"

Instant waterworks! I cried at work!

Work Friend: "It is the wedding. That's what's wrong with you."

At least women crying at weddings are a common sight. It's just another reminder that my mother is gone, really gone, she's dead and not coming back.

I wish I hadn't agreed to go.

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