My oldest, my 15-year-old, the one who made me a mom and showed me that I was capable of loving someone so deeply, had broken my heart. I believe it was always unintentional, although in the moments I was never so rational as to believe so. Around age 13, she became dismissive of me. She became passive when it came to me and therefore it seemed nothing I did or said really affected her. I no longer mattered and although she never was so disrespectful as to say it, her actions certainly spoke loud enough.
Confessional #25814635 "I have an amazing group of friends who are like family and totally make up for the shitty sad excuse of a family my real family is and there’s not a day that goes by that I’m not so thankful for that."
