Today is the first day Ive felt anger towards mom’s passing where I could actually envision myself throwing my Bible.
Anger towards how could mommy continue to complain to me to her family.
Anger towards I know she was planning on moving to ohio out of survival. How could she abandon me like that?
Anger towards the injustice she got towards her health.
Anger towards her not making things right with her family, to now they won’t help me because she was planning on abandoning me all along so they feel like they could do the same thing.
Anger towards how could she give up
Anger towards how could her body give up- she was only 59 years old.
Anger towards now I don’t know what to do without mama.
Anger towards now I don’t know what my life’s purpose is.
Anger towards the idea of facing homelessness.
Anger towards my mom’s family for thinking they could bully me around and even curse me.
Anger towards how could my mother abandoned me…
