Minus a few “incidents” lol…my weekend couldn’t have been any better.
My mother couldn’t have chosen a better weekend to leave the house to me, I mean the timing was literally perfect. I don’t think I will ever be able to verbalize the feeling I get waking up next to him. It’s like this weekend I was in my own little bubble: Nothing got me mad, nothing made me frown, nothing bothered me. My own state of Nirvana. Just utter bliss.
My relationship with my mother has gone way past the point of no return. There is no mending it. There definitely isn’t any “starting over.” My communication with her, I feel, will end as soon as I get out this house.