Do not ask me what it feels like to lose a mother's love
All I can tell you is that it's almost like losing your father's love
But it hurts less the third time.
Which seems odd, I know, because you relied on her,
You believed in her presence like you didn't believe in God.
Maybe it didn't hurt less.
Maybe you just learned how to cope
It's not like you aren't used to parental figures leaving.
I guess you could blame most of the hurt on surprise.
Your mother never, ever went against you.
Was the steady hand that raised you high when you felt down.
Let you sleep in her bed when you felt your demons rise.
You never expect her to be the one to tell you you're a liar
That she finds what you say hilarious
That your inner voice that whispers to kill yourself
Isn't a problem. That you are a liar.
You never expected it from her.
No. You expected it from /him/
The one who told you to act with the voice in your head.
Your mother used to hold you as you cried.
Now she tells you you're the reason she doesn't want to come home.
Losing your mother's love is like losing your father and your step-father.
It hurts.
It's easier to cope the third time around.
But it wasn't easy to let go this time.