Sitting here overthinking



 Currently sitting in a place I don't want to be. I honestly can not wait till I have my own spot to call home again. Freedom is what your own place it. While sitting here on what it now Thanksgiving morning, my thoughts wondered to thinking about my Mom. She wasn't perfect, but she was my Mom. I don't think I could ever forgive the things my sister said about our mother while she lay dying in Hospice. Is that wrong of me sure. I have a lot of unresolved anger towards Lisa. Mom only wanted for me and her to get along. Sadly that was never an option. I know I sure as hell tried. Mom was someone who enjoyed life in her own way. She enjoyed being at a good party. I am not like my Mother. I enjoy staying home and doing my hobbies. I need to figure out where I keep going wrong with my life. What am I doing wrong. 

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