Mommy and me…

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My eyes, a sad shade of self pity red. I had never cried so much in all of my life. A whole month had gone by and the only place I was to be found was slumped down, wrapped in my tear soaked sheets, weeping. I had only moved to piss and shit, I was no more then a limp noodle. Still recovering from my heart being ripped out by “The love of my life”, I was absolutely shattered.

My door squeaked open. A sigh greeted me, along with a soft, “darling, it’s November now”. I looked up. Between the never ending cascade of tears, I saw my mothers worried face hidden behind a gentle smile. “Is it”, I said with the blandest tone, I barely even noticed that I had replied. Like a moth to the light my mother whizzed over to me. Swooping me into her homely arms, it was just us. Like it had been for awhile now. When dad left I was burdened with the responsibility of being the only thing keeping mom from going coocoo bananas. We had become the broken leading the broken. Relying on one another for sanity.

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