I said to my therapist, one day I would grieve the loss of my bio mom. I thought last week I was there but I just couldn’t. A few tears and that was it.
I just can’t. The few good memories and overridden by the awful things she did. Putting down the stray I found in high school so she could control me. Call me a slut with no proof. Turning me away when I had a closed head injury. No idea why I am here. Forcing me into a marriage with threats to commit me to a mental institution if I didn’t cooperate or talked. No allowing me contact with my cousins. And the list goes on.
I think I’m okay with not grieving. You can’t force it. It is what it is. No anger. Forgiveness yes but not grieving.
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