My mother is in jail. The "other" side of her showed up, left its mark on her youngest child, and someone noticed. And now she's facing charges that could potentially (but almost certainly won't) land her in the state prison for the rest of her life.
My heart is breaking for her other children, the ones I don't know but am forever connected to. I'm thankful that, for now, they are in a stable home filled with lots of love. I pray that they don't ever return to her care, as much as I know they probably want to. I know they can be OK, that they can turn out just fine as my sister and brother and I did, but I know the terrible things they've faced (and to be honest, they probably have faced much more terrible things than I did, given the differences in our situations) and I know the hard road it is to get to a place of "OK".
I'm angry at her for not changing as I had hoped she would.
I am stubbornly determined to do anything I can to help those three children. Whatever that means.
But most of all, my heart is breaking.
Dear Eva (12 Years)
1 year ago
1 comment:
So sorry to hear that. I can't imagine how you must be feeling now. It is amazing how blood binds us in inextricable ways, as much as we wish it were not so sometimes.
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