:tearyeyed:Hello.
First let me introduce myself and say hello. My name is Christy, and I'm 35. I have a great job. But all I do is cry. I never thought that 2 weeks after my 35th birthday, I'd be saying "Goodbye" to my Mom. She had been sick for some time but we all were thinking she was just fatigued. She had a massive stroke on September 9th, 2012. The day before, she was slurring her speech. I knew something was wrong but I could not for the life of me, get her to get to a hospital. I'll never forget the last time I had contact with her. She wanted chocolate milk and some yogurt. My nasty ungrateful self centered sister, decided to treat Mom like crap, calling her a drama queen etc. All because Mom was too sick to look at her Beloved engagement photos. I knew something was wrong. I knew it. Mom had asked her to get her chocolate milk but Ms. Self centered, the one Mom gave everything to, crapped on her in the end.
I remember, I gave Mom her hot chocolate, turned on her fan and said "Good night." Before I knew, they were wheeling her outa the house on a gurney unresponsive and mumbling mumbo jumbo nonsense. To make a very long story short, we took her off the machines on September 13, 2012. Mom lived 6 hours. Towards the end, I prayed God would take her. Because her breathing was sooo awful.
Mom was 57, when she had the massive stroke that killed her. Ever since Mom's death, I cry everyday thinking how much I blame that ungrateful daughter of hers, had crapped on her. Ever since Mom's death, my sister has tried to rule me, she's put me in the hospital for stress related headaches. Mommy wasn't even dead a day, when my sister went through her jewelry, her credit cards, etc. I blame her for Mom's death. I cry everyday, and I'm told by my sister to "shut the F Up. Mom died! Get over it." How can you? I believe my sister has snapped. She has now assumed my Mom's identity. By doing the same things Mom did, from drinking Mom's tea to driving Mom's car and wearing Mom's clothes. My Dad is 60 years old. And so why can't he enjoy his life and retirement. Instead, he's being ruled by the ungrateful 26-year-old self centered daughter and son-in-law.
This Mother's day, is the first without my Mom. I think I'll just stay in bed and sleep the entire day. Because I don't want to feel the never ending pain. When will this pain end? Why can't God just take me too. Why did Mom leave without me.