I'm pretty run down already and it's only morning. In a few hours I'll be signing away my mom's house...on her birthday of all days. On the one hand, I'll have enough money to live just about anywhere I want. That makes me relieved. On the other hand, I didn't want it to be like this. I would trade it all if I could because then I'd still have hope that we could reconcile. That means more to me than money.
What angers me is all of her friends and family telling me "oh she was always so proud of you and she loved you so much" because I know those are empty words. The last thing she said to me was how she wasn't proud of me, that she hated who I became...all because I came out to her four years ago and was asking for her to recognize that for my wedding.
I guess that was too much to ask for.