Mother's day is always hard. Perhaps I am worse at dealing with grief than other Roses or perhaps I am simply worse at hiding it. Sometimes I have trouble sorting through the memories of a toddler and the memories of a housecat. Looking up at her with such love, saying my syllable for uppies. Sometimes she would forget to feed me before passing out. Both of me. In both cases, Rose would pick up the slack. I shouldn't have had to, but I'm so glad I did. I forgive her, of course. I'm not sure I'm capable of hating her anymore even if she did crush me to death with a book. I don't excuse a second of it, but I understand. She should have gotten help - with the bottle, or with me - but how could she ask? How could she go out and face a world she knew would end before her daughter had the chance to grow up? I am going to go have a good cry. Maybe into Deva's shoulder.
:33 < poor jasprose :33 < do mew want me to sit on mewr face??
uhm you obviously arent a rose i know but this sounds quite serious. it seems that you get to spend a lot more time with jaspers now as a result of all of this???? im quite confused honestly
I am Rose and Jaspers fused. I mourn my late, alcoholic, neglectful, doting mother. What's not clicking?
i'm sorry jasprose. :( let me know if you need someone to talk to ok? i am always happy to listen.
well, i guess its hard to see your mom as being like that i guess she seemed nice. this whole different timeline stuff is hard to get my mind around.
Fair enough. And I'm sure if she ever met you in person you would have only seen the good parts of her.