First, I was overly exposed on film.  Now here I am with my life just hanging out there in the breeze.  Privacy isn’t something that I’m meant to know.

My 3-year-old and I started family therapy today.  I’m coming to the harsh realization that I suck as a mother.  And that the emotionally void, neglectful, narcissist whore of a woman who birthed me…did nothing to help me learn what it means to be a good mother.

I’ll spare folks any boring details.  But today was an emotionally draining experience.

Coming face to face with your failures is always rough.  I’m a woman though.  We’re supposed to be programmed for mothering.  It’s supposed to come naturally right?  I even have a formal education in child development.  What a joke.

I’m never going to win any mom of the year awards.  But I need to do better.  So that’s what’s going to happen.  I’ve always been fucked up.  Yet I’ve always had a good sense of self-awareness.

God willing, I can raise some kids who are better people than me.  Shouldn’t be too hard right?