My Mother. Why don’t you come home?

Posted: May 11, 2015 in Uncategorized

In honor of the pasted mothers day. I will spend a very few seconds to describe my mother for you. This post will be based around the personality along with the appearance of my mother. Some of the things might be harsh so get down and ready for that.
My Mother:
My mothers name is Tammara Rae Hefley. Mother of 3 children. She was born on March 28th, or so I think so. She recently moved to Texas or something. I haven’t talked to her in almost 10 years, with very few Facebook conversations. In order to describe her appearance I will turn to Facebook for assistance.
She recently posted a picture of herself on Facebook (Tammy Vahle.) She seems like she is under a lot of stress, her wrinkles are multiplying. She never posts a picture of her smiling, which indicates that she must be very depressed which kind of hurts, but at the same time she has gained weight. She probably eats more than me and my sister ever did. The years we lived with her were the hardest years of my life.
I had to always worry that I couldn’t have a home. Hell I spent some time in a foster home, well foster homes. She didn’t have her priorities in tact. She was always worried about her dirt-ass boyfriend in the slammer. While me and my sister fought to eat, she had 500 dollars saved up to go see him, with no food in the house.
She blames everything on my dad, she blames it on us giving up on her when in reality it was her giving up on us. She was such a horrible liar. She never cared and she never will. What fucking parent leaves their kid in a foster home. One that couldn’t take care of anyone but herself.
I remember the good times, like the day that I woke up to her not being at home, oh the feeling of not knowing where my mommy was broke my heart. I was bawling on my couch when my dad told me that she was just at the store. I wish I still wanted to see her like that, but I cant let my heart hurt for someone that breaks it over and over again. She was toxic, but I do wish her the best.
Though my mother started off as a good parent, she ended up being a horrible parent. I have to blame 90% of my problems of trusting on her as well as my physical being. This post is hard to write,  knowing that I have nothing nice to say about her. Which is why I didn’t celebrate Mothers Day yesterday. So mom if you read this I am sorry for the hurtful things I said, but I will never forgive you. 


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