Mom broke her neck 3 years ago this evening as russ told her a joke while she was taking the laundry out to the garage. She tripped and fell head first into the car. two centimeters over and she would have instantly never been able to hug me again. In the past three years I have learned how to be strong despite the challenges, to find humor in the horror and to hold close to me those that can be only a fall away. Yes my anxiety in life has risen to a whole new level, and stayed there. And of course the love for my mother increased to what my counselors deem Unhealthy :) I wear a friendship ring from her on my wedding finger. I am grateful everyday when I hear her voice or see her smile. Sadly life's stress weighs on all of us heavy like wet laundry. I only wish on Valentines Day the day before the anniversary of her accident my stepdad did not berate her for being the best mom she onlyy knows how to be, giving. When one of her little birds in struggling, she helps them out. I never knew my step dad valued the green-back dollar over the love of my mother and the saftey of his step child. I have finally lost respect for my stepdad after all these years of his mood swings and life being all about him, just because he is "disabled" having the use of only his Large Intestine.
I wish all men would die.