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Disowned

Just getting some stuff off my chest

I've been disowned by my own flesh and blood, my mother. Makes me kind of relieved in a way, because I can finally live worry free and unalarmed 
I've not needed her or anyone since I left home at nineteen, I've made it to thirty - three with little to no help and unarmed 
But then life got complicated and my health made it harder for me to be on my own
So with no where else really to go, I had to swallow my pride and go back to a place I used to once call home
Little to my knowledge, it was nothing like I had remembered it, the only thing that stayed the same is my mom trying to off herself 
I thought she was past that phase, no longer entertaining that stage, but I see her demons got loose yet again from their cage
I have entered a place that is now clearly unknown
Then I stayed away and was only associating with phone calls, that was short lived as I was being told everything was okay and it turned out to be another meaningless sentence I always heard over the phone
But I'm done, I'm not fighting for this woman anymore, she's burned this bridge too many times, she's made it very clear where I stand and I'm going to walk away proudly and leave her alone.

Stephanie Davis 
05/21/2024

 

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