04/04/17
Things have been hard since mom died last month. At the time I didn't really know how to process, I just felt numb. I just wanted to be there for dad and Sarah helped so much with the service. But now it's all over, mom is buried, and I have to keep living. Living knowing mom hated the person I love to her last breath, knowing that now there is no way that I'll ever be able to gain mom's acceptance. It'll always be something festering in the back of my mind and I hate that it'll be the part of my relationship with mom that I remember the most.
This is stupid. I don't know. Writing this all down seems weird and pointless, but Sarah has been pressuring to try it. Apparently, she's been doing this since her brother died, though I've never seen any of them.
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