It is Mother's Day today. I decided to throw myself a pity party. Why was I so sad today? My mom died when I was 18. But that was a long time ago, so that isn't why I was in self-pity. My son and his family walked away from our family almost two years ago - without a word. That is still heartbreaking but I'm getting better. So, that wasn't it either. So, why was I feeling so sorry for myself?
My hubby was going to take me to the big city today. We were going to visit friends, go to a Mother's Day Tea and then out for dinner. It would be fun, uplifting and help mask some of the past hurts. Up at 4:15 this morning, so that we could catch the early ferry, I woke him at 5. "I can't make it. My pain level is over the top. I'm sorry."