I spend every mother�s day being sad and upset.� I always end up crying sometime before the actual Sunday hits.� It�s an inevitable.� However this year I set out to not do it.� Then today my son arrives with no gift, no card, no real idea that it�s Mother�s Day and I�m wanting to make a voodoo doll in his fathers liking and stab it repeatedly until all its stuffing comes out.� I�ve already cried 3 times today.� Spontaneous tears.� It�s not the lack of gift, it�s the lack of teaching my son how to treat women that bothers me.� The bad example that it�s ok to treat your wife like crap and then your mother like crap as well.� Sad.

I left the apartment for a bit to grab some coffee and drop some off with b.f. since he�s at work and I�m feeling the need to do for other people those small things that rarely get done for me so I went there and gave him some coffee.� I ended up crying to him about what�s going on and so he decides that on Monday he�s going to buy me a TV from Best Buy that I�ve been eyeing.� And there you have it�.in the end no matter what is lacking there is always someone that arrives in your life to paste over the holes.� To patch and hold together the gaping wounds in my heart.

And for now this is all I have to say about this �..