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Thursday, June 16, 2011

You know what I want?

Besides to take this all back?

I want my mommy. I want to sit in my mom's arms, I want her to hold me and comfort me and just listen. I want her to cry with me and then wipe away my tears.

I want my daddy. I want to lay my head on his shoulder, and I want him to look at me, smooth back my hair and kiss my forehead. I want him to tell me he loves me, that he's proud of me and that I'm gonna be ok, that I'll get through this.

I don't have a mom. I don't have a dad. Never did. Yet... I miss them now more then ever.


  1. I'm sorry :(

    I had a dad til I was in my 20's. He was an alcoholic who showed little emotion, unless he was in stupor, and then it was rage. Although I have some photos of him holding me, and a memory of running into his arms when he returned home from "the bar" one day (which resulted in him dropping me on my head, and a concussion, but THAT'S another story), yet not a single memory of him EVER showing me any kind of comfort. Sad. He's been gone 30 years but I still miss him. Not the man he was, but the one I always dreamt he COULD be.

  2. You are killing me! (oh wait, this isn't about me, is it - har har). I totally get it.