My boyfriend came home drunk again and hit me got in my face yelled and screamed amd cussed me. Called me awful names and said awful stuff but the worse thing that came out of his mouth is that my momma was sick because I was a bad daughter. Even though this asshole wont let me go visit her. So she lives with my ex husband... not my fault she helped raise him. She loves him like hes hers but she is my momma and shes sick. She was supposed to go her appt today but was mistaken so we got to go back tomorrow. His excuse for drinking i went to her house. She is my momma and shes sick f**k this I say as I try to walk off.... I didnt get far..... That night ended in jail time for him and well pain, a black eye, bruises and a broken heart There I was 31 and broken once again. The very next day I find out my beautiful momma hs stage 4 cancer. My heart stopped but she was so brave. She showed fear but she also showed something you just cant quite explain like more than hope like knowing I guess. I dont know how to explain it yet. We leave the doctors office and I hug her neck. This woman yall I have seen overcome so much and she still took it better than me. I take her home and get her settled she smiles at me and says I love you baby girl. I smile back and tell her I love her. I get in my car and bail like a baby my momma is sick but she has a chance. On my way home im praying my boyfriend is still locked up